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oscar piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | oscar smau
Oscar Piastri was known as the introvert and reserved driver on the grid.
While other drivers basked in the spotlight and didn't shy away from sharing details about their personal life, Oscar often preferred to keep his privacy.
However, when it came to his girlfriend, it was a different story altogether.
Oscar was what people called "a total simp" when it came to his girlfriend, always bringing her up in interviews, promo videos and casual conversations, and fans couldn't miss the opportunity to make several compilation videos and tiktoks about it.
The most popular one was called "Oscar Piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation" and the 15-minute long video was filled with moments that made fans both awe and laugh.
It started with the clip of the first time he publicly talked about her during a podcast interview, rumors about him not being single were spreading around but nothing was confirmed.
"I do have a girlfriend, yeah," Oscar said, a small smile playing on his face.
"You're not very public, aren't you?" the interviewer asked.
âWe keep it to ourselves and try to be out of the spotlight and just live normal lives,â he replied, âWe have been dating for over four years now, she has been there for me since the start of my career and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She's my biggest supporter and keeps me grounded.â
The next video showed Oscar and Lando sitting next to each other wearing their McLaren shirts, filming a game called "Green flag or Red flag."
"Picky eaters," the interviewer asked and Lando immediately waved the green flag.
"He's a very picky eater that's why," Oscar said, making Lando laugh, "But, what if they eat fish, cause you hate fish."
Lando dramatically raised the red flag, making everybody laugh again.
"You wouldn't date a pescatarian then," the interviewer said.
"No," Lando shook his head, "They shouldn't be here."
"My girlfriend's a pescatarian, actually," Oscar said, looking at his teammate with a raised eyebrow, "I'll pass that on to her.â
"Noooo mate!" Lando immediately shook his head, waving his hands in mock horror, "Don't tell her I said that, I don't want to be in trouble with your missus! She's a lovely girl."
"She is indeed, but I don't think she'll like you very much after this."
The next segment was from his "Day in the Life" video with Quad Lock, where Oscar gave fans a glimpse into his daily routine. In one particular clip, he was in the kitchen making breakfast.
"So, this is where the magic happens," Oscar said with a cheeky grin as he poured pancake batter onto a hot griddle, "My girlfriend loves pancakes, so I make them every Sunday. It's become sort of a tradition for us."
The camera then panned to a candid shot of his girlfriend, who was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee and smiling fondly at Oscar. She blew him a kiss, which Oscar caught with a playful wink.
"There she is, sitting pretty while I play housewife."
The next clip in the compilation was from a press conference, where a journalist asked him how he manages to stay focused with such a demanding schedule.
"Having a supportive partner really helps," Oscar said earnestly, "She understands the pressures and the demands of the job. Sheâs my rock and makes everything a lot easier."
"Does it get hard for her when your schedule is too busy for your relationship?"
"My schedule is never too busy for my girlfriend, I always make sure to make time for her. That's why we've been going strong for four years now."
Another McLaren game with Lando was included, this time they were playing Finish the Lyric with Taylor Swift songs.
"Do you feel confident about this game, Oscar?" Lando asked his teammate.
"I do, actually," Oscar nodded confidently, "My girlfriend is a huge Taylor Swift fan so I know a lot of her songs."
"We should get your girl to come and play then," Lando teased.
"She'd probably beat us both, hands down. But I'm not giving up just yet." Oscar chuckled, shaking his head.
The compilation video then transitioned to a moment in the McLaren garage before the first quali of the Hungary Grand Prix. Oscar was off to the side, chatting with his girlfriend, who had joined him for the event.
They seemed to be in their own little bubble, Oscar's attention completely focused on her and his smile wide as he listened to her talk. The camera captured a sweet moment where he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about their relationship and fans absolutely melted at the interaction.
The next clip showed Oscar at a fan event in Australia, hundreds of fans gathered to meet the drivers and see them up close, Oscar was answering questions from the interviewers when he suddenly addressed one of the fans in the front row.
"I've got a girlfriend, thank you," he said into the microphone, making everyone laugh but look confused at the same time, "For everyone wondering, she just asked what my number was," the crowd laughed again even louder, "But I'm a happily taken man. You're nice but I'm not interested."
In that same event, he got asked what did he miss the most from the UK when he was back in Australia.
"My girlfriend," he immediately said, "Other than that the food is better here, the weather is better here. So my girlfriend, that's it."
The following video was also a fan interaction, this time it was a fan recorded video while he was signing stuff for those waiting for him as he arrived to the paddock for the Austin Grand Prix.
Oscar was signing autographs and taking pictures, when a fan handed him a photo of him and his girlfriend from a race weekend.
"Oh, this is a great picture," Oscar said, grinning as he looked at the photo. "This was taken at Silverstone, right? It was her first time at a race with me. She loved it."
"What's her favorite part about the races?" The fan smiled and asked.
"Probably the adrenaline and seeing me in action," Oscar chuckled, "But she also loves hanging out in the paddock. She gets along really well with everyone here."
The next clip showcased Oscar during a Twitch stream, where he was playing a racing simulator. His girlfriend walked into the room, and the chat exploded with excitement.
"Hey, love," Oscar greeted her, pausing the game.
"Am I interrupting you?" she softly asked.
"Nope, come here," he encouraged to come closer, "Everyone, this is my girlfriend," she waved at the camera, and Oscar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into the frame. "She's the reason I'm still sane," he joked, earning a kiss on the cheek from her.
The video included one of everyone's favorite interactions between the couple, captured by McLaren's instagram team.
Oscar had just finished a quiali, earning a P2 position, the camera caught as he reunited with his girlfriend who threw her arms around his neck as soon as she saw him.
"Hiii," he shyly said, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
"You did such a great job, baby," she said, still wrapped around his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I couldnât have done it without you cheering me on," he replied, his voice soft and genuine.
The final clip was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Oscar stood on the stage, dressed in a sharp suit, the Rookie of the Year trophy shining in his hands.
"First of all, I want to thank my team, McLaren, for believing in me and giving me the opportunity," Oscar began, his voice steady but emotional, "But most importantly, I want to thank my girlfriend. She's been my rock through it all, supporting me every step of the way. This award is as much hers as it is mine."
The camera panned to his girlfriend, sitting in the audience with tears in her eyes, smiling proudly. The fans watching the livestream couldn't help but gush over the touching moment.
As the compilation ended, the screen faded to black with the text, "Oscar Piastri: The Ultimate Simp, and Proud of It."
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The way olderbf!simon and reader met is so cute even if itâs cliche, because I donât see that man interacting with anyone unless heâs forced to lmao. If youâre up to it, could you maybe do a drabble on how the beginning/talking stage of their relationship goes? This man probs has to rehearse what heâs going to say 25 times (literally me) and still fumbles over his words but reader is still just đ yes this is the man Iâm going to marry
they definitely needed a meet cute to me cause honestly? where are their paths ever going to cross without manual intervention? đŤśđź
after you get that âitâs simonâ text from older bf!simon itâs you that actually has to make the first move.
thatâs not to say he doesnât text you or anything, god when doesnât he text you?
at all odd hours and just about anything-
âat the supermarketâ
âwhat you watching? iâm watching top gearâ
âwhatâs your favourite colour?â
âiâm at the gymâ
you were a little confused at first by how abrupt and to-the-point his messages could be.
and then you remembered that this was the same guy who prefers a grunt to the common conversation, he probably thought he was doing great.
so when you were getting in your own head about why he hadnât asked you out yet, you also remembered that this was the same guy who thought he could fuck up a cappuccino.
he was probably- scared?
whatever it was, you realised if you wanted to see him as bad as you did, you were going to have to pony up and ask yourself.
âdid you want to maybe get dinner sometime?â
he called you.
no sooner had the âseenâ shown up, he was calling you.
âuh, hello? simon?â
âare yâforreal?â
excuse me?
if anyone else had asked you that question you probably wouldâve scoffed and hung up.
he was lucky he was so hunky.
and subtly insecure.
âyes, iâd like to get dinner with youâ
he paused, a quiet moment passing between the two of you with only a little shuffling in the background of his line.
and a little shouting in the distance.
was he on base?
âyes pleaseâ
youâd been a little distracted trying to pick any little bits of information you could (more than just his favourite colour, itâs green by the way) that you didnât get his response.
instead, you hummed a little âhuh?â
âiâd like tâget dinner withâya, yes pleaseâ
âoh- great, i can text you some details?â
âyeah, iâd like thatâ
you werenât really sure how to end the call or why heâd even called in the first place- but he wrapped it up with a few mumbles.
âjusâ wanted to hear yâsay it, wanted tâmake sureâ
he shows up at dinner without a mask on and youâre sure youâre staring up at him like heâs made of moonlight but you canât find it within yourself to care.
fuck heâs handsome.
and broad, the buttoned shirt heâs wearing just stretches over his arms where heâs rolled the sleeves to his elbows.
borderline pornographic.
you try to shut your own mind up, realising all the manâs done is open the restaurant door for you and youâre literally have salacious thoughts about him.
have some decorum!
he pulls out your seat for you but insists on sitting with his back to a wall and a line of sight to the door. you donât mind, it means the light behind him virtually makes him glow.
fuck heâs handsome.
his voice is so deep you have to lean in on the table to hear him and all it means is you can smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of him.
when he locks eyes with the waiter he does a subtle little flick of his fingers and the manâs heading right for him- he really exudes an air of dominance.
if you donât marry this man you might die.
he asks you a lot of questions and seems genuinely surprised when you ask âand you?â after every one.
surprised that somebody would care.
he answers with an endearing honesty and you feel all the better for knowing he prefers tea to coffee and starts his day with a cold shower.
his hand fidgets on the table part way through dessert and you have to ask whatâs wrong.
âyâgot a little somethinâ thereâ
he gestures to the corner of his mouth. it isnât lost on you that his fingers immediately go back to flexing around the table cloth.
your hand doesnât even move to wipe your mouth, your eyes soften just a little as you speak instead.
âyou can get it if you want?â
his heart all but stops.
big hand rising to your face, fingers cupping your jaw as his thumb wipes the smudge of cream from the corner of your mouth.
he brings his thumb to your mouth when your tongue peeks out to lick the tip of it.
simonâs knee hits the underside of the table.
and you giggle.
fuck heâs handsome.
reluctantly, he lowers his hand but leaves it on your side of the table so you can hold it. his skin feels rough but he thinks itâs never been softer than when youâre holding it.
you both opt to walk home (hand still in hand) and youâve never felt safer. you spend the entire walk talking about nothing and everything and you could scream when you end up at your front door.
it does allow you both to linger, neither one of you wanting to call it a night quite yet.
simon seems good at lingering, at yearning, at putting off what he doesnât and does want.
so, like you were the one to make the first move-
youâre the one to make the second.
(his tongue feels great on yours)
you go to bed alone that night and it makes the most sense but it also fucking sucks because you know-
you know what you want.
and what you want is currently walking home beneath streetlights with the biggest smile heâs had this side of enlistment.
you accept the fact youâll need to take things slow, that he obviously needs time and a lot of reassurance and youâd hate to push him too far with your own desire and-
and your phone buzzes.
âcoffee tomorrow morning?â
âyes pleaseâ
the talking stage really doesnât last long.
not when youâre kicking your feet in bed and hugging your phone to your chest.
not when johnny texts simon asking how the date went and heâs responding ânot bad, might be in loveâ
talking stage doesnât last long but everything else does.
itâs simply a doorway into a long and happy life.
#god heâs so lovely#HE IS SO LOVELY I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR#older bf!simon#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader
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synopsis: youâve always been in love with sanaâŚbut sheâs your best friend. and sheâs straight. but you just love her so much that youâre willing to wait.
w/c: 7k+
warnings: angst, slow burn like usual. actually proofread (thanks grammarly).
a/n: i promise hard times p2 is coming, itâs just really long and i have to cut it down to at least 8k words LMAOOO
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
it was one of those mornings where nothing seemed particularly special, but your world was about to change in ways you couldnât have predicted. you sat at your desk in the architecture firm, your fingers gliding over your keyboard as you worked on some revisions for a new project.
the sun streamed in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the open-plan office. it was peaceful, the quiet hum of the air conditioner blending with the distant chatter of colleagues.
you had already been with the company for two years at that point, and most days followed the same routine: coffee stains on your desk, project meetings, drafting designs. your colleague and closest friend, jaehyung, would often pop by to gossip about office politics or the latest sports drama, but today, the usual hum of the office seemed more heightened â like something different was in the air.
and then she walked in.
you were so absorbed in your work that you didnât notice chaeyoung from hr walking towards you until she cleared her throat. you blinked, looking up, and thatâs when you saw her.
âthis is sana,â chaeyoung spoke, gesturing to the woman standing beside her. âsheâs new here, and iâd like you to show her around today.â
sana was beautiful, so beautiful that for a moment, you forgot where you were. her long dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes sparkled with an easy warmth that made your heart skip a beat. it was awkward, the way you felt instantly flustered, but you swallowed it down, reminding yourself that this was work.
this was a professional setting.
âiâm y/n,â you managed to croak out, standing up from your desk and offering a hand. your palms felt sweaty, and you hoped she didnât notice.
ânice to meet you,â she smiled, shaking your hand. her smile was bright, and it only made things worse. there was something about her that seemed so effortless.
âof course, likewise,â you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, but you could feel the awkwardness settling in your chest.
what were you so nervous about?
you led her through the office, showing her where the break room was, the conference rooms, and the layout of the design floor. your voice felt stiff, formal, and you hated it â sana didnât seem to notice. she asked questions, laughed at your small jokes, and nodded thoughtfully as you explained the details of different projects.
it wasnât until you reached the cafĂŠ across the street, where you both grabbed coffee after the tour, that the conversation started to feel more human.
âso, how long have you been with the company?â she asked, sitting across from you, her hands wrapped around her mug.
âtwo years now,â you replied, feeling a little more relaxed. âitâs a good place to work. lots of creative freedom, which is nice for someone like me whoâs obsessed with details.â
she laughed softly. âi get that. i can already tell weâre going to get along.â
and just like that, you felt a small crack in the awkward wall that had been building up inside you.
as you both sipped your coffees, you couldnât help but think how nice it was to talk to someone who seemed so easygoing, so similar to you in ways you hadnât expected. but there was a tiny tension that you couldnât ignore, a pull toward her that made your heart race. you shook it off. it was too soon to start thinking about her like that.
besides, you had minjiâŚyour girlfriend of six months. and you were happy, right? things had been going well with her, at least until recently, when sheâd been distant and secretive.
you didnât want to think about that now. not with sana sitting across from you, smiling in that way that made your chest feel tight. however, you couldnât shake the feeling that something had just changed in your life. you didnât know what it was, but it was there, lingering.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
weeks passed, and your life settled into a new routine. you, jaehyung, and sana became close, often grabbing lunch together and bouncing ideas off each other during project meetings.
sana was easy to talk to, and the awkwardness youâd felt when you first met her quickly melted away. the more you got to know her, the more you realised how similar you were: your sense of humour, your love for silly internet memes, even your taste in movies. it felt like youâd known her forever, and soon enough, you couldnât imagine your days at work without her.
as your friendship with sana grew, your relationship with minji started to crumble.
you couldnât put your finger on when it started, maybe a few weeks after youâd met sanaâŚbut minji had become distant. she canceled plans, avoided your texts, and when you did see her, it felt like she was somewhere else entirely. you tried to ignore it, convincing yourself that she was just busy with her bar job, but deep down, you knew something was wrong.
and then, one night, it all came crashing down.
you had gone to minjiâs apartment, hoping to surprise her with dinner. you hadnât heard from her all day, and something inside you told you to check in. when you arrived, you saw her through the window, sitting on the couch with someone else. their hands were intertwined, their heads leaned close together.
your heart dropped.
you didnât even bother knocking. you turned and walked away, the image of them burned into your mind. your phone buzzed in your pocket: minjiâs name lighting up the screen, but you didnât answer. you couldnât.
that night, you cried yourself to sleep. the betrayal cut deep, and the pain was overwhelming. you had trusted her, loved her, and now it was all gone. the next few days were a blur of silence and heartache. you barely ate, barely slept.
jaehyung and sana noticed something was wrong, but you didnât have the energy to explain it to them.
it wasnât until a few days later, during lunch with sana, that you finally broke down.
âminji cheated on me,â you confessed, your voice trembling. you stared down at your food, unable to meet her eyes.
sanaâs expression shifted, her face softening with concern. âoh, y/nâŚiâm so sorry. i had no idea.â
âi didnât either,â you muttered, feeling the tears sting your eyes again. âi thought everything was fine. but i guess i was wrong.â
she reached across the table and gently squeezed your hand. her touch was warm, comforting, and it made your heart ache even more. âyou donât deserve that. you deserve someone whoâll treat you the way you treat them, with love and respect. she lost you, remember that.â
her words were kind, but they only made you feel worse. because as much as you tried to deny it, part of you wished sana was that person. it was a selfish thought, one that made you feel guilty, but it was there, gnawing at the back of your mind.
you quickly pulled your hand away, not wanting to dwell on that feeling. she was your friend, probably your best friend now, and that was all she could ever be.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
the weeks that followed were difficult. you were still reeling from the breakup with minji, but somehow, having sana by your side made things a little easier. she was always there for you, whether it was bringing you coffee in the morning or sending you funny instagram reels late at night to cheer you up.
jaehyung, of course, teased you endlessly about how close you and sana had become.
âyou two are practically joined at the hip,â he joked one afternoon, leaning against your desk with a smirk. âiâm starting to think youâve replaced me as her best friend.â
âplease,â you rolled your eyes, though you couldnât deny the truth behind his words. you and sana had grown closer, and it wasnât something you could easily ignore.
âyou like her do you?â he asked in that teasing tone.
blood rushes to your cheeks, turning away from him with a scuff as you tried to hide a smile. âshut the fuck up.â
as the months passed, something else began to grow too: your feelings for sana. they were small at first, easy to brush off as just admiration for your friend. however, the more time you spent with her, the harder it became to push those feelings away.
the problem was, she was straight. she had boyfriends over the years, relationships that came and went, and you always stood on the sidelines, watching. it hurt, more than you wanted to admit, but you buried those feelings deep, telling yourself that her friendship was enough when in reality, you were suffocating in the feelings you couldnât admit.
your college friends, jihyo and jisoo, noticed the change in you before you did.
âyou like her, donât you?â jihyo asked one night over drinks.
you froze, your glass halfway to your lips. âwhat?â
âsana; youâre totally in love with her.â
you opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out. jihyo was right, and you knew it.
âyou should just tell her,â jisoo added, her tone gentle. âitâs been years, y/n. you canât keep holding it in forever.â
you shook your head, laughing bitterly. âsheâs straight. whatâs the point?â
âyou donât know that,â jihyo said, raising an eyebrow. âmaybe she doesnât even realise how she feels about you.â
you snorted. âyeah, right.â
âyou know you donât have to wait for her forever, right?â jisoo has a concerned look plastered on her face. âyouâre allowed to see other people, too.â
âi know,â you heaved out a sigh, taking a full sip of your wine.
but the seed had been planted, and now you couldnât stop thinking about it. should you tell her? would it ruin everything if you did? every time you thought about confessing, your chest tightened with fear. you couldnât bear the thought of losing her, even if it meant keeping your feelings locked away forever.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
time continued to pass, and eventually, sana started dating jaehyung. it shouldnât have surprised you, they had always been close, and you knew jaehyung had liked her for a while even though he never really told you. when he finally said something, the news hit you harder than you expected.
âhey, i just wanted you to hear it from me first,â he said one day, pulling you aside after a meeting. âsana and i are seeing each other.
your stomach twisted. you forced a smile, even though your heart was breaking all over again. âthatâs great, jaehyung. iâm happy for you guys.â
and you meant it. at least, a part of you did somehow. jaehyung was your best friend, and if anyone deserved to be happy, it was him. the other part of you, the part that had been in love with sana for so long, felt like it was being ripped apart. you felt sorry for yourself.
you watched them together, always keeping your distance, always pretending like it didnât bother you. sana was happy, and that was all that mattered.
months went by in an instant and whilst you were somehow satisfied with your place in her life, you couldnât help but feel a growing sense of loss. every time you saw them together, laughing and holding hands, it felt like you were watching the future youâd never have with sana slip further and further away.
and then, one day, it was over. just like that.
âwe broke up,â jaehyung said casually over lunch, as if it were no big deal. âmutual, though. no hard feelings.â
you blinked, surprised. âwhat happened?@
he shrugged like he didnât just lose the girl of everyoneâs dreams. âwe realised weâre better as friends. it wasnât meant to be. it feltâŚforced, yâknow?â
you didnât know what to say, but relief flooded through you, followed immediately by guilt. you had no right to feel relieved. this was jaehyungâs relationship, and yet here you were, glad that it was over.
âare you okay?â you asked him, trying to sound supportive.
he nodded, smiling softly. âyeah, iâm fine. honestly, it feels like the right decision.â
as much as the breakup brought you some sense of closure, it also left you feeling more confused than ever. because now, without jaehyung in the picture, you were left alone with your feelings for sana. and they werenât going away anytime soon.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
over five years passed, and not much changed. you were still single, still in love with sana, still watching her live her life from the sidelines. dating people every now and then, only for her to dump them sooner before you could even have a full picture of their personality.
you kept busy with work â you were up on the chart now, and with friends, with anything that would distract you from the ache in your chest. no matter how much time went by, you couldnât let go of her.
âwaitingâŚas an act of love,â jaehyung said at one point, shaking his head at you. âwill do you no good. just take the risk and tell her how you feel.â
âhow did you do it?â
âyou know, when sana and i dated briefly â nothing happened. we held hands and kissed, but it never went far from that. i think, deep down, she always had you in mind.â
âi donât think she feels that way about me.â
âher life revolved around you then, what more now?â
as the years went on, the air between you and sana began to thicken, weighed down by something you couldnât quite name at first. after three years of friendship, the kind of closeness that had felt inevitable, it was now something different. where once you shared every moment, every little thought, there was now a tension growing, a tension that neither of you seemed willing to address directly.
you had stayed single for so long, not out of choice, but because you couldnât move past your feelings for sana. while she dated others and broke things off when they didnât work out, you remained the steady constant in her life; the one who stayed when her world shattered.
you had tried to bury your feelings for her, to put them away in some hidden corner of your heart, telling yourself that being her friend was enough. but it wasnât. it hadnât been for a long time.
âso, any girls in your life yet, y/n?â jihyo eyes you, your eyes falling on the ring in her finger.
she had gotten recently engaged and all of your friends, including sana, had been invited to a celebratory dinner. you knew where this was going to go.
nayeon laughed, shaking her head. âwho was your last ex again?â
before you could mutter a word, sana placed her palm on your back, rubbing it in circles. âcâmon guys, not minji again!â
âwhat makes you all think i can get a girl?â you joked, but not really. âyou all scare them away.â
âat this point, maybe you and sana should just marry each other,â momo teased - but you knew she meant it.
ârighto, iâm always going to say yes to sana,â you elbowed her gently. âask me and iâll say yes.â
meanwhile, sana just looked down and smiled. âidiot,â she muttered.
then came lisa.
she was like a sudden burst of color in your otherwise grey world. she was bright, funny, kind, and she understood you in ways that felt so effortless. from the moment you met her, it was like something had shifted in you; a part of you that had been dormant, that had waited and waited for someone to break through the wall youâd built around yourself.
it was something new.
with lisa came a new kind of tension between you and sana, one that was much harder to ignore.
at first, sana didnât say much. she would make small, offhanded comments about how often you were spending time with lisa, or how she hadnât seen you as much lately. it started innocently enough â just a teasing remark here and there. but soon, those remarks became more frequent, more pointed.
âso, is lisa your new best friend now?â sheâd ask with a laugh that didnât quite reach her eyes.
âno,â youâd reply, trying to brush it off, though the weight of her words tugged at something inside you. âyou know youâre my best friend, sana.â
âhow did you two meet again?â
âat jaehyungâs party, remember?â you reminded her. âshe works for his firm, their new financial officer.â
âcool, sheâs cuteâŚyou would look cute together.â
but it was more than that. she wasnât just teasing. she was pulling at the threads of something deeper, something you werenât ready to confront. because even though you could see lisa as your partner, there was still that part of youâŚthe part that had always loved sana â that couldnât let go.
as time passed, sanaâs clinginess grew. sheâd text you late at night, asking if you were free to talk, even though she knew you were with lisa. sheâd show up at your apartment unannounced, acting as though it were perfectly normal for her to be there when you both had other plans.
you tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, telling yourself she was just being her usual self, yet there was something different now, something more intense behind her actions that you couldnât ignore.
âyouâve been so busy lately,â she said one evening as you sat on the couch in her apartment, a movie playing in the background that neither of you were really watching. her tone was casual, but her words were loaded with unspoken meaning.
âworkâs been insane,â you replied, trying to keep the conversation light. âjaehyung and lisa are trying to make me jump to their firm as the head architect but i got offered to become a managing director someplace else.â
sana didnât respond immediately, and when you glanced over at her, she was staring at the floor, her jaw clenched tightly.
âyou donât have to make time for me anymore,â she muttered, her voice so quiet you almost didnât catch it.
âwhat?â you asked, turning to face her fully, your heart sinking at the sadness in her tone.
âi said, you donât have to make time for me anymore,â she repeated, a little louder this time. her eyes were still fixed on the ground. âyouâve got lisa now, right? iâm justâŚi donât want to be in the way.â
you blinked, caught off guard. âsana, youâre never in the way. you know that.â
she finally looked up at you, her eyes sharp but tinged with something you didnât quite understand. âam i? because it sure feels like iâm losing you.â
you felt the words hit you square in the chest. losing you? she wasnât losing you. you had been there for her through everything. you had been the one who stood by her side when every relationship she had crumbled, and now she thought she was losing you?
âyouâre not losing me,â you said softly, trying to soothe the tension building in the room. âiâm still here. iâm always going to be here.â
she laughed, but it wasnât a happy laugh, it was bitter and filled with frustration. âyou say that, but everythingâs changed. ever since you met her, itâs likeâŚitâs like you donât have time for me anymore.â
you felt a lump form in your throat. âthings havenât changed, sana. i still care about you just as much as I always have. lisa and i are honestly nothing.â
âbut itâs different,â she snapped, her voice rising with emotion. âitâs not like before. we donât spend time together like we used to. you donât call me late at night anymore. you donât tell me things first. iâŚi miss you.â
her words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and suddenly, you realised that this was more than just jealousy.
she missed you. she missed the connection you shared, the closeness that had defined your friendship for so long. you were different now, and she couldnât seem to handle it.
âsana,â you said softly, reaching out to touch her hand, but she pulled away before you could make contact.
âdonât,â she whispered, her voice breaking. âdonât act like this is all fine when itâs not. i know youâre falling for her, and i canât handle it. i hate how much it bothers me, but i canâtâŚi canât stand seeing you with someone else.â
her words cut through you like a knife. you had spent years loving her, waiting for her, hoping sheâd see you the way you saw her. and now, as you were finally ready to let her go, she was pulling you back in, making you feel like maybe there was still a part of her that needed you in a way that went beyond friendship.
âwhy does it bother you so much?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing as you waited for her response.
sanaâs eyes flickered with multiple things; fear, uncertainty, something you couldnât quite place. she looked away again, her hands trembling slightly as she fidgeted with the edge of her sweater.
âi donât know,â she admitted, her voice so quiet you could barely hear her. âi donât know why it bothers me so much. i just, i hate seeing you with her. i hate that she gets to have you in ways that iâŚthat i never did.â
your breath hitched at her words, a flood of emotions crashing over you. there it was â the thing neither of you had ever said out loud, the cloud you had both danced around for years. she was jealous, not just because she missed you, but because she wanted you in a way she had never admitted before.
âsanaâŚâ you began, but she cut you off.
âiâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. âi know itâs not fair. i know i donât have the right to feel this way, but i canât help it. i hate that youâre slipping away from me, and i donât know how to stop it.â
you sat there, frozen, unsure of what to say. the truth was hanging between you, unspoken but undeniable, and for the first time in years, you saw it clearly. sana wasnât just afraid of losing you as her best friend: she was afraid of losing you, period. deep down, even if she hadnât admitted it to herself, she had feelings for you too.
âyouâre not losing me,â you said again, but this time, your voice was steadier, more certain. âbut things are different now, sana. i canât go back to how things were before.â
âwhy not?â she asked, her voice laced with desperation. âwhy canât we go back?â
suddenly, the last few years flashed inside your mind â from the moment you met sana until now; the premonition, feeling that you were going to fall in love with her eventually. the bottled feelings sit on the tip of your tongue, just waited to be spilled out. you love her.
you love her and that was it.
âbecause iâm in love with you and i would like to move on,â you finally said, the words spilling out before you could stop them, years worth of bottling up your feelings for a girl who could never love you back.
the room went silent, the weight of your confession crashing down like a tidal wave. sana stared at you, her eyes wide with shock, her lips parted as if she couldnât quite process what you had just said.
âwhat?â she whispered, her voice trembling.
âiâve been in love with you for so long,â you continued, your voice breaking as you spoke the words you had kept locked inside for years. âand iâve tried to move on, iâve tried to let go, but i canât. itâs always been you, sana. and thatâs why things canât go back to the way they were. because i canât keep pretending that i donât feel this way.â
sanaâs face crumpled, her eyes filling with tears as she looked away, her hands trembling in her lap. âi didnât know,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. âi didnât realise ââ
âi know,â you said softly, the tears spilling over now. âi didnât expect you to. i was okay with loving you from afar. to watch you grow old and have a family with the person you deserve, iâve come to terms with the fact that itâll never be me.â
for a long moment, neither of you said anything. the silence between you was heavy, filled with all the things that had gone unsaid for so long.
âi need time,â she finally said, her voice barely audible as she stood up, her movements slow and hesitant.
âsana,â you began, but she shook her head, cutting you off.
âi just need time to think,â she said, her voice trembling as she backed toward the door. âiâm sorry.â
and then, without another word, she turned and left, leaving you standing there, your heart in pieces as the weight of everything finally settled in: you lost her.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
the days that followed sanaâs sudden departure were heavy with silence. you tried to keep yourself busy, immersing yourself in work and spending more time with lisa, but there was no escaping the thoughts that raced through your mind. you replayed the last conversation over and over, wondering if you had said too much, wondering if you should have kept your feelings buried like you had for years. you wondered if sana would ever come back to you or if you had finally pushed her away for good.
meanwhile, from the other side of the city, sana was on her own journey.
that night, after leaving your apartment, she had walked aimlessly through the bustling city, her thoughts tangled in a mess of confusion and fear. the rain had started to fall, soaking her through, but she didnât care. all she could think about was you â your confession, the look on your face when you told her that you had been in love with her for years. it was a truth that had shaken her to her core, forcing her to confront feelings she had buried deep inside herself.
sana had always been someone who prided herself on knowing exactly what she wanted. in her relationships, she had always been in control, choosing partners that seemed to fit the mould of what she thought she needed. yet it had never worked out.
every relationship sheâd had, no matter how promising it seemed at first, had eventually fallen apart. she had chalked it up to bad timing or simply not finding the right person. now, with everything that had happened between you, it all started to make sense.
for the first time in years, sana allowed herself to reflect on all those moments you had been there for her â every time she had called you in the middle of the night after a breakup, every time you had listened to her rant about the latest guy who didnât understand her, every time you had picked her up, emotionally and literally, after things fell apart.
you had been her constant, the one person who never wavered, who never asked for anything in return. she realised that she had always turned to you, even when she was in a relationship, because deep down, she had always trusted you in a way she had never trusted anyone else.
then there was lisa.
she couldnât explain the jealousy she felt at first. it had confused and frustrated her, making her feel things she didnât want to acknowledge. now, as she looked back on it, she understood why it hurt so much to see you with someone else. lisa wasnât just another person in your life; she was someone who had taken a piece of you that sana had always assumed would be hers.
the truth was, she had never seen you with anyone else because, in her mind, you had always belonged to her. not in a possessive way, but in the way that two people who are meant to be together belong to each other, even if they havenât figured it out yet.
the days passed, and sanaâs thoughts became clearer. she realized that she had been selfish, taking your friendship for granted, not understanding the depth of what you had given her. she thought about the way you had always been there to pick up the pieces of her life, even when you had nothing left to give. you had given pieces of yourself to make her whole, and she hadnât even noticed.
standing on the edge of losing you, she saw it all so clearly.
no matter how many boyfriends she had, no matter how many times she tried to find love elsewhere, nothing ever felt right because it was always supposed to be you.
and now, she needed to make things right. she needed to tell you what she had been too afraid to admit.
one evening, after a long day of pacing her apartment and rehearsing what she was going to say, sana found herself outside your door once again. her heart pounded in her chest as she raised her hand to knock, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts.
what if it was too late?
what if you didnât want to see her?
she knew she had to try. she couldnât let fear keep her from telling you the truth any longer.
you opened the door, your eyes widening in surprise when you saw her standing there.
âsana,â you said softly, your voice laced with hesitation. âi didnât expect to see you.â
she swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion. âcan i come in?â she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
you nodded, stepping aside to let her in, though the tension in the air was palpable. you hadnât seen her in days, and the weight of everything that had been left unsaid hung between you like a heavy cloud.
she paced the room for a moment before finally stopping in front of you, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. she took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to find the right words to explain everything she had been feeling.
âiâve been thinking a lot,â she began, her voice quiet but steady. âabout what you saidâŚabout us.â
you said nothing, waiting for her to continue, your heart pounding in your chest.
âand i realisedâŚiâve been so blind,â she continued, her eyes flickering with emotion as she met your gaze. âi didnât see it before, now it all makes sense.â
âwhat makes sense?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid to hope, afraid to let yourself believe what she might be saying.
âyou,â she said simply, her voice filled with sincerity. âyouâve always been there for me. every time i fell apart, every time something went wrong, you were the one who picked up the pieces. and i didnât even see how much you were giving up to do that. youâve given me so much of yourself, and iâve taken it for granted.â
you felt a lump form in your throat as her words sank in, the weight of everything you had been holding inside for years finally starting to lift.
âiâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice breaking. âiâm so sorry it took me this long to see it, to see whatâs been right in front of me all this time. i was so focused on finding the right guy, on trying to make things work with people who werenât meant for me, that i didnât see that the person iâve been searching forâŚitâs been you all along.â
your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
âsanaâŚâ you start to say, but she shook her head, stepping closer to you, her eyes filled with raw emotion.
âi was jealous of lisa because she had you,â she admitted, her voice trembling. âbecause she was getting to be with you in a way that i never let myself even think about. i didnât want to admit it, but the truth is iâve always had feelings for you. iâve just been too scared to face them.â
she took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached out to take yours.
âi love you, y/n,â she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. ânot just as my best friend, but as more. iâve loved you for so long, and i didnât even realise it. and iâm so sorry it took me this long to come around, to see what was right in front of me.â
you felt tears slip down your cheeks as her words washed over you, the weight of years of unspoken feelings finally being released. âi love you too,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âiâve always loved you.â
sanaâs eyes filled with tears as she pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly as if she were afraid to let go.
âiâm so sorry,â she murmured into your shoulder. âiâm sorry for hurting you, for not seeing you sooner. but iâm here now, and iâm not going anywhere, my love.â
you held her close, your heart swelling with a mixture of relief and joy. after all the years of waiting, all the heartache, all the unspoken feelings that had weighed you down, sana was finally here. she had finally come back to you.
âi love you.â
âi love you too.â
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Captivate Me | Stalker!Bucky Barnes x f!reader. [R 18+]
Word count: 23.6K (oops) Pairings: Obsessed Bucky Barnes x Movie Star Reader. Summary: You've been seeing Bucky for a while. You thought meeting him was pure fate but little did you know every single detail was premeditated. Trying to end things with him would be the greatest mistake of your life. Themes/Warning: SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. Dark Romance, slow-burn STALKING, KIDNAPPING, A LOT OF MANHANDLING *DUBCON?* BDSM (Blindfolded, Bed Restraints), Daddy Kink, Masturbation (M), Filming during sex, domineering acts, degradation, praising, fingering, cunnilingus, Oral (M+F), overstimulation, edging, unprotected piv sex, creampied. A/N: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T LIKE DARK ROMANCE. It is giving Joe Goldberg. Also Bucky speaks Romanian here, I used google translate. Please don't come at me.
A/N: AGAIN IF YOU DON'T LIKE DARK ROMANCE, MOVE ON.
Iâve seen you in a thousand different ways, in a thousand different roles, but none of themânone of themâcompared to the real thing. You, walking out of that boutique gym, wiping sweat from your forehead like it wasnât some holy ritual. You didnât know I was watching. You never do. Thatâs the thing about being the most famous actress in Hollywood, isnât it? People only see the surface, the glitter. The carefully curated perfection. But not me. I see the real you. The one behind all that.
When I first saw you, it wasnât planned. Not exactly. I mean, I knew Iâd see you eventually. I made sure of it. The gym, the coffee shop, your early morning run route that you think is private. I donât leave things to chance. I orchestrate them. And youâoh, you walked right into my world, didnât you?
You smiled that smile, the one that makes directors fall to their knees for a chance to cast you. But when you smiled at me, it felt different. Real. Like we were speaking a language only we understood.
It wasnât hard to make you like me. It never is. Iâve done my homework. I know what you need, what you crave. Stability. Someone who gets it, gets you, in a way that all the shallow, empty faces in your world never will. I became that someone for you, carefully crafting each word, each look, until you were hooked.
Itâs funny, the little things you let slip. You think youâre so careful, but I see it. The way your shoulders relax when I talk about my âwell-paying job,â when I drop hints about my âfamily'sâ holiday home. You like that, donât you? You like that Iâm different from the men who chase you for clout or connections. No, Iâm something else.Â
You didnât realize Iâd planned our first date down to the minute, did you? Or the second, and the third. You thought it was all so natural. You thought it was just happening. Like we were meant to meet, to be together, to be something special. Thatâs the thing about fate, thoughâitâs just another tool. And I wield it perfectly.
It didnât take long for you to fall for me, just like I knew you would. After all, Iâm everything you need. Smart, kind, successfulâor at least, thatâs what you think. Iâm whatever you need me to be. So when I suggested a weekend away at my âholidayâ home, you said yes. Hesitant, but yes. You mustâve thought it would be a nice escape. Just us, away from the world that always wants something from you.
Except, you didnât know it wasnât an escape at all. It was a step closer to where we were always meant to end up.
Thatâs what I kept telling myself as we stood in the kitchen of that house, the rain drumming softly against the windows. I poured you a glass of wine, said something about how perfect it all felt, about how right we were together. And youâyou just stood there, silent, your eyes distant. Something had shifted.
Then you spoke.
âBucky,â you said, and my heart stopped because I already knew what was coming. âThis is going too fast.â
The words hung in the air like poison. I felt my pulse in my throat, the warmth of the kitchen suddenly stifling.
âI donât think I see a future with us,â you continued, and each word was a dagger. You tried to soften the blow with that sweet voice of yours, telling me Iâm a âgreat guy,â that itâs ânothing personal.â Nothing personal? How could it not be personal?Â
You know, Iâve always been good at controlling myself. Thatâs one of the things you liked about me, isnât it? How Iâm always so calm, so collected. You donât want the chaos, the mess of Hollywood drama in your real life. No, you want stability, something solid, someone who can be your anchor in the storm of flashing lights and fake smiles.
And I gave you that. I am that. Iâve been perfect for youâperfect in every way.
So whyâwhy are you standing here, telling me that itâs going âtoo fastâ?
The words echoed in my head, making it hard to focus. You kept talking, kept explaining, but it was like I couldnât hear you anymore. My mind was racing, my chest tightening with something dark, something unfamiliar.Â
No, no, you donât get to say that. You donât get to say itâs too fast when Iâve been so patient, so careful.
You have no idea how long Iâve waited, how meticulously Iâve crafted every single moment between us. Every word, every smile, every touch. This is what weâre supposed to be. You canât just walk away from that. You canât just throw it away.
I could feel it bubbling up inside me, the rage, the frustration. It started small, like a flicker of heat behind my eyes, but it was growing, spreading, filling me with something raw and dangerous. I tried to keep it in check, tried to swallow it down. I didnât want to scare you. Thatâs not what this was about. This was supposed to be perfect.
But you kept talking, kept saying things that made it worse. Words like âfuture,â like âgreat guy,â like ânothing personal.â
Nothing personal? Again.
How dare you? How dare you make it sound like Iâm just another guy, like I didnât plan every single moment of our time together? You think this isnât personal? You think Iâm just going to let you go like all the others? No.
I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to hold it in, trying not to let you see what you were doing to me. But you wouldnât stop. You wouldnât shut up. And then you said itâthat one final thing that broke me.
âI just donât feel the same way.â
There it was. The truth, out in the open, sharp and jagged like broken glass. And something inside me snapped. I could feel it, like a wire pulled too tight finally giving way. My pulse thundered in my ears, my breathing shallow and ragged. You didnât get it. You didnât see how much Iâd done for us, how much Iâd sacrificed. You didnât understand how perfect we could be if you justâjustâ
I slammed my hand down on the counter next to you, the sound slicing through the air like a gunshot. You jumped, startled, your eyes wide with fear as you flinched, taking a step back from me.
And thatâoh, thatâwas new.
Fear. Real, genuine fear appeared in your eyes like you were finally seeing me for the first time. I shouldâve hated it. I shouldâve backed off, apologised, done something to make it go away.
But I didnât.
I couldnât.
Because part of meâsome dark, twisted part of meâliked it. I liked that you were finally seeing me. The real me. Not the carefully crafted version Iâd shown you before, but the one who needed you, the one who couldnât stand the idea of losing you.
âBucky,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âYouâre scaring me.â
I blinked, the words cutting through the fog of anger, but they didnât have the effect you wanted. Scaring you? No. No, youâre not scared of me. Youâre scared of losing control, scared of what it means to be with someone like me, someone who actually cares enough to make sure you stay.
But I didnât say any of that. Instead, I watched you take another step back, your hands trembling slightly, your eyes darting to the door like you were planning to run.
I watched the fear ripple through you, your breathing quickening, your eyes scanning the room like you were calculating the distance to the door. Like you thought you could just run. Like you actually thought you could escape me.
But you canât.
No, weâve come too far for that.
I took a step toward you, slow and measured, watching the way you flinched, the way your body tensed like a deer ready to bolt. I didnât want to hurt youâI didnât. But you were leaving me no choice. You were making this hard, when it didnât have to be. I didnât want it to be this way.
âBuckyâŚâ Your voice was small, fragile. You were trying to reason with me, but it was too late for that. Too late for words. The world outside, the life we had before stepping into this house, it was all fading away. It was just us now, just the truth between us, raw and unfiltered.
âYou donât understand,â I said, my voice low, my hand still pressed firmly against the counter. I could feel the cool granite beneath my palm, grounding me, barely holding back the storm inside. âThis is right. We are right for each other. You just⌠you just donât see it yet.â
Your eyes darted toward the door again, that brief flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could get away. I could see it in the way your muscles tensed, in the way your feet shifted like you were getting ready to run. And I hated itâhated that you still didnât understand.
I moved faster than you expected, my hand reaching out to grab your arm before you could make a break for it. You gasped, your eyes wide with terror as I pulled you back, your body colliding with mine. You struggled, kicking, twisting, trying to break free, but I was stronger. Iâd always been stronger.
âLet go of me!â you screamed, your voice shrill, panicked. But I didnât let go. I couldnât.
You donât get it. You canât leave.Â
âStop fighting,â I growled, pulling you closer, your back pressed against my chest. I could feel your heart hammering beneath your skin, the rapid rise and fall of your breath. You were terrified, and part of meâsome dark, primal part of meâthrived on that fear. But another part of me hated it. I didnât want you to be afraid. I wanted you to see that I was doing this for us.
âPlease, Bucky⌠youâre hurting me.â
Those words. They cut through the fog of anger, piercing something deep inside me. My grip loosened for just a second, just long enough for you to break free, to twist out of my hold and make a desperate run for the door.
And you did it.
You yanked the door open, sprinting out into the rain like your life depended on it. You were fast, Iâll give you that.
Desperation makes people faster.Â
Your bare feet slapped against the wet pavement, splashing through puddles as you made your way to the car. You thought you were getting away. You thought you were winning.
I followed, just a few paces behind. I let you think you had a chance. Let you scramble to the driverâs side door, your hands shaking as you fumbled with the handle. You were soaked, the rain plastering your hair to your face, but you didnât stop. You threw open the door, slipping into the car, your fingers trembling as you searched for the keys.
But I was there. Right behind you. And you didnât have the keys, did you?
âBucky, please!â you screamed, your voice high and panicked, but it didnât matter. I yanked the door open before you could lock it, my hand reaching in and grabbing your arm with a force that made you cry out.
You kicked. You screamed. Your nails clawed at my hand, your legs thrashing as I dragged you out of the car, but you werenât strong enough. You were never going to be strong enough.
âNo!â you shrieked, your voice cracking as I hauled you back toward the house, the rain pouring down around us. You fought me every step of the way, your feet slipping in the mud, your body twisting, trying to break free.
But I didnât let go.
I couldnât.
âYouâre not leaving,â I growled, my voice barely audible over the storm, my grip tightening as I dragged you back inside. Your body was limp now, weak from the struggle, but your eyesâoh, your eyes were still filled with that same fear.
Weâre not done. Weâre never going to be done.
Not until you see it.
Not until you see me.
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Your POV
You wake slowly, your head throbbing, the world around you blurry and disorienting. The sound of the storm outside reaches you first, the rumble of thunder vibrating through the walls, the rain pounding relentlessly against the windows. You blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings. The sheets beneath you are softâtoo softâand they smell like detergent, unfamiliar.
Thatâs when you feel it. The cold metal around your wrists.
Panic surges through your veins as you jerk upright, or at least, you try to. Your hands are cuffed to the bed, the harsh clink of metal echoing in the dimly lit room as you struggle against them. Your heart pounds in your chest, the fear hitting you like a wave, choking you as you realizeâthis isnât a nightmare.
Your breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, your chest heaving as you take in the room. Itâs dim, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of a bedside lamp, the corners of the room swallowed by shadows. Youâre not in the same clothes you remember. Youâre dressed in something clean now, something soft, but itâs not your own. SomeoneâŚhe changed you.
And then you see him.
Bucky.
Heâs sitting in the corner, hidden in the shadows, watching you. His silhouette is dark, unmoving, and it sends a chill down your spine. The storm outside feels like a reflection of the chaos inside your head, the way everything is spinning, nothing making sense.
You try to speak, but your throat is dry, and when you finally manage to choke out his name, it sounds small, pitiful.Â
âBucky?â
He doesnât respond. He just keeps watching, like a predator studying its prey. Like heâs waiting for you to say or do something, but you donât know what. Your heart is pounding so hard you think it might burst out of your chest. The fear grips you tighter with every second that passes, the realization of your situation crashing down on you like the thunder outside.
âI⌠I donât understand.â Your voice is trembling, tears burning at the back of your eyes as you tug helplessly at the cuffs, the metal biting into your skin. âWhy are you doing this? Let me go, please.â
Still, he says nothing. The silence stretches on, oppressive, suffocating. You can feel his eyes on you, piercing through the darkness, and it makes your skin crawl.Â
You donât recognize this man, not anymore. The Bucky you thought you knew, the one who smiled at you over dinner, the one who laughed at your jokes, who held your hand⌠that Bucky is gone. Or maybe he was never real to begin with.
âYouâre scaring me,â you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears finally spill over, sliding down your cheeks. âPlease, just let me go. I wonâtâ I wonât tell anyone, I promise. I just want to leave.â
His figure shifts slightly in the chair, the movement so subtle you almost miss it, but it feels like a thunderclap in the tense stillness of the room. Finally, he speaks, his voice low, dark, carrying with it an edge of something you donât want to name.
âYou need to stop thinking of escape,â he says, his words measured. âIâm not your enemy, Iâm the one saving you. And one day, youâll understand that.â
Your stomach drops. Thereâs something final in the way he says it, something that makes you realize thereâs no reasoning with him. No escape.
Youâre trapped.
A sob escapes your lips, your body shaking as you pull at the cuffs again, but itâs no use. The storm outside rages on, the wind howling like some terrible omen, and you canât help but wonder if anyoneâanyone at allâcan hear you.
You feel your heart hammering in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as Bucky stands up from the chair, his silhouette dark against the dim light. His movements are slow, and you canât tear your eyes away from him as he steps out of the shadows. Something glints in his hand, and when he comes closer, you see it.
Your phone.
Heâs holding your phone.
Bucky twirls it in his hand like itâs some casual toy, but the sight of it makes your stomach churn. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze fixed on you, and a slow smile spreads across his lipsânot the warm, charming smile you once knew, but something colder, calculated.
He takes a step closer, then another, until heâs standing right next to the bed. His presence looms over you, the phone still in his hand as he looks down at you, handcuffed and helpless.
âSo,â he says, his voice smooth, unsettlingly calm. âWhat should you post tonight? Hm?â
You stare at him, your mind racing, trying to make sense of the words. Post? He can't be serious. He wouldnâtâ
Buckyâs eyes flicker down to the screen, and with a swipe of his thumb, the display lights up. âYou wouldnât want people to think youâve gone missing, would you? That might cause a⌠panic.â He smiles again, but it doesnât reach his eyes. âAnd we wouldnât want that, now, would we?â
Your throat tightens, the tears youâd been holding back threatening to spill over again. You shake your head, more in disbelief than as an answer. Heâs playing with you, toying with the very thing that connects you to the world outside this nightmare. And the way heâs handling your phone, so casually, makes it clearâheâs already thought this through.
âMaybe a picture of your feet by the fire?â he muses, tilting his head as if heâs considering the best angle. âOr better yet, one of those âcozy night inâ captions. Thatâll sell it. Everyone will think youâre just relaxing after a long day. Just another night for Hollywoodâs sweetheart.â
His words send ice through your veins. Heâs already planned it all out, how to keep up the illusion that youâre fine, that nothingâs wrong. No one will even suspect youâre missing. No one will come looking for you.
You try to speak, to find words, but your voice is nothing but a hoarse whisper. âPlease, Bucky, donâtââ
But he ignores your plea, his eyes focused on your phone as he pulls up your social media app. âSmile,â he says mockingly, as though youâre some doll he can dress up for show. âOr donât. I can manage this on my own. Iâve been watching you for long enough to know exactly what your fans want.â
You feel the tears slip down your cheeks, helplessness gripping you as he takes control of your life in the most terrifying way possible. The world outside keeps spinning, oblivious to the fact that youâre trapped in this nightmare, and heâs holding the one lifeline that could save you, dangling it just out of reach.
âDonât worry,â he continues, his voice a twisted mockery of comfort. âIâll keep everyone updated. No one will know anythingâs wrong. Not until youâve had time to understand why youâre really here.â
And as he taps away at your phone, the storm rages on outside, but inside this room, itâs the calm before the real stormâthe one you know is coming but canât escape.
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Buckyâs POVÂ
The thing about phonesâyour phone, to be specificâis that theyâre intimate. More intimate than a diary, more personal than any conversation youâve ever had. Every swipe, every message, every like, is a little breadcrumb leading back to the real you. The parts you donât share with the world. And here I am, with your phone in my hand, holding every piece of you in the palm of mine.
I can feel your eyes on me as I scroll through it, your fear practically radiating off you in waves. But I ignore it. Iâve already moved past that phase, the part where I worry about what youâre thinking. Youâll come around eventually, once you see that Iâm doing this for us.
For you.
The soft glow of your screen illuminates my face as I unlock it easilyâyour passcode was one of the first things I learned about you. A four-digit combination, barely a barrier, really. I swipe through your photos first, and thereâs a strange comfort in seeing the world through your eyes. Pictures of sunsets, candid moments with co-stars, perfectly posed selfies for your millions of followers. Each photo carefully curated for the world. But I keep scrolling because I know thatâs not all there is.
And then I see it. A photo you took of me.
Itâs not staged, not some posed coupleâs picture for social media. Itâs real. Iâm asleepâmy head turned slightly to the side, my face peaceful, unaware. You took this when you thought I wasnât watching. The corner of my mouth twitches up, and I canât help but feel a surge of satisfaction. You couldnât resist, could you? Even when you didnât know it, you were drawn to me.
This proves it. Weâre connected. Whether you want to admit it or not, you feel it, too. I wasnât wrong.
I glance up from the phone, just for a moment, to see you watching me, your eyes wide, terrified. You have no idea how much I know, how deep inside your world I already am. I almost want to say something, to tell you how this photo means something. How it confirms that weâre meant to be. But I stay silent, letting the moment stretch between us, savouring it.
I keep scrolling. And thatâs when I find them.
The unsolicited photos.
You thought you were careful, that youâd buried them in your messages. But nothing stays hidden from me. A flood of messages from random menâpathetic, desperate attempts to get your attention. Men sending you things you never asked for.Â
Filth.Â
Unworthy of even a glance from you. The sheer arrogance of it, the entitlement, makes my blood simmer. How many of these men thought they had a chance with you? That they could own a piece of you like I do?
One particular message stands out. A man whose name I donât recognize, someone youâve never mentioned. Heâs sent you photos of himself, explicit, disgusting. And youâyou didnât block him. You didnât stop it.
I stare at the messages longer than I should, the jealousy curling tight inside my chest, sharp and poisonous. These men, they think they can have you, that they can come into your life with their disgusting offers and expect something in return. You might not have invited them in, but the fact that theyâre here at all makes me sick.
You shouldâve told me. You shouldâve trusted me to take care of this for you.
I glance back at you, still handcuffed to the bed, tears slipping down your cheeks, and I wonder if you even understand whatâs happening here. These men, they arenât a part of your life anymore. I wonât allow it. Youâre mine now. Completely. There wonât be anyone else.
I keep scrolling through your messages, and thatâs when I find something else.
A text thread with your friends. The casual banter, the kind of stuff you think I donât care about. But buried in there, a series of photos you sent them. I pause, my heart speeding up as I open them.Â
Itâs me, of course.Â
One picture in particular stands outâa shot of me shirtless in the kitchen, cooking you breakfast. The light catches my body just right, every muscle defined. And your caption underneath?
âOkay, so you canât see his face but look at this man. Just look at him.â
You wanted them to see me. To know what you had. You wanted them to be jealous. And they probably were. I smile to myself, imagining the envy your friends must have felt, knowing that you had me, knowing they couldnât. Itâs perfect. You knew I was perfect for you.
I scroll further down the thread, and thatâs when I see the message that makes me pause, my breath catching in my throat.
âYou guys, I swear to god⌠heâs so good in bed, I think Iâm addicted. Like, I donât even know how to describe it. Iâm wrecked in the best ways.â
Addicted. Addicted to me. And you thought I wouldnât know. You thought you could hide that, that you could pretend to push me away when deep down, you crave me. You need me.
I canât help the small, satisfied smile that spreads across my face as I look back at you. Youâre trembling, still terrified, but you donât understand that thisâthis fear, this desireâitâs all part of the same thing. You donât have to run from it anymore. From me.
I scroll just a little further and see the final blow. Another photo. This time, itâs intimate. Private. A photo you snapped of me sleeping on top of you, my body nestled against yours, my head buried in the crook of your neck. The angle is careful, my face mostly obscured by my dark hair, but thereâs no mistaking the tenderness in that moment. I can feel the warmth of it through the screen.
And then the message beneath it.
âOkay, donât judge me, but⌠when Bucky speaks Romanian when we do it... itâs so hot. Like, I canât even handle it. I donât even want a kid but I'll carry his kids. Fuck. Heâs so hot.â
I feel something inside me snapânot with anger, no, but with something far deeper. You want this. You want me. Youâve been telling your friends, letting them know how much you crave me, need me, even if you didnât say it out loud to my face. But now? Now I know. And thereâs no denying it anymore.
I set the phone down on the edge of the bed and lean closer, my voice low, calm, almost affectionate. âYou know,â I murmur, âI never realized how much you needed me. But now I see it. Now, it all makes sense.â
You flinch, pulling back as far as you can, but thereâs nowhere to go. Not from me.
âWhat should you post tonight, hm?â I ask, my tone conversational, like this is any normal evening between us.Â
The horror in your eyes is enough to confirm itâyou finally understand. Youâre not going anywhere.
Because youâre mine. And no oneâno oneâis going to take you away from me.
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I bring the dinner to you, carefully plated, as always. Presentation matters. Even now, when youâre too stubborn to appreciate it, too blinded by your own misplaced anger to see that thisâthisâis still me taking care of you.Â
I set the tray on the bed beside you, the smell of the meal filling the room. Youâve always liked the way I cook, havenât you? I remember how you used to smile, used to praise the smallest details, like I was doing something so special.
But now, you sit there with your jaw clenched, body stiff, refusing to look at me, refusing to even acknowledge that Iâm here, still trying to make sure youâre okay.
âYouâre going to eat,â I say softly, but thereâs a firmness beneath the words. Itâs not a request, not a suggestion. Iâve been patient with youâso patient. But youâre pushing me now, testing the limits of my control, and we both know that can only last so long.
You scoff, turning your head away from the food like a child throwing a tantrum. âIâm not your prisoner, Bucky. You canât force me to do anything.â
The defiance. That familiar fire burning behind your eyes. I should be frustrated, I should be angry, but honestly? I find it... cute. Youâre still trying to fight me, still clinging to the idea that you have some say in this. I lean closer, my hand resting gently on the bed beside you, my voice dropping just enough to let you know Iâm not here to argue.
âYou are going to eat,â I repeat, my tone calm but unyielding. âBecause Iâm not going to let you starve yourself.â
You snap your head back to me, your eyes flashing with rage, and for a second, I see the storm building in you.Â
âYou canât make me,â you growl, and itâs almost laughableâthe way you think you still have control, still have some semblance of power in this situation.
Then, without warning, you spit at me.
The action is so quick, so fueled by your desperation, that for a moment, Iâm surprised. The spit lands on my cheek, sliding down slowly, almost in slow motion. And there it is. The fight. The fire. The part of you that still hasnât fully surrendered.
You tense, your body going rigid, your breath caught in your throat as you wait for me to explode, for the rage to consume me and lash out. This is the part where you expect me to lose it. To become the monster youâve built up in your head.
But I donât.
I freeze for just a second, letting the anger stir inside me, feeling it twist and coil. But then, instead of reacting the way you expect, I chuckle. A low, quiet laugh, the sound barely audible over the storm outside. I donât wipe the spit away. I just sit there, letting it cool on my cheek, my lips curling into a small, almost amused smile.
âI like this,â I murmur, my voice calm, disturbingly calm. âThis fight in you. Itâs⌠adorable.â
You flinch, recoiling slightly as you realize Iâm not going to snap. Iâm not going to lose control, because unlike you, Iâm not driven by desperation. I donât need to. No, I have all the control I need, right here, in this room, with you handcuffed to that bed. I can see it in your eyesâthe confusion. You didnât expect this. You didnât expect me to remain calm.
I lean in just a bit closer, my face only inches from yours now, my voice dropping to a whisper. âYou think you can push me, donât you? That if you fight hard enough, I���ll lose control. But thatâs not going to happen. Youâre not going to break me. You canât.â
Youâre trembling now, the tears welling up in your eyes, but I donât feel pity. No, this is something else entirely. This is... satisfaction. You want to fight, but youâre scared, too. And that mix? Thatâs what makes this so interesting.
I straighten up, slowly wiping the spit from my cheek with the back of my hand, my eyes never leaving yours. âGo ahead. Keep fighting. It doesnât change anything. Iâm still in control. Youâll still eat. Youâll still do what I say.â
Your lip quivers, but you remain silent, glaring at me with all the defiance you can muster. But I can see the cracks forming. I know that deep down, you understand.
âNow,â I say, standing up and moving back toward the corner of the room, watching you carefully. âWhen youâre ready to eat, the food will be here. And Iâll be right here, too. Always.â
I sit back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, my eyes never leaving you. You still think you can win this. But you canât. You never could.
And the fact that you havenât realized that yet? Well, thatâs just adorable.
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Your POV
The next day.
You wake up to the steady drum of rain against the window, still unrelenting, like the world is stuck in an endless loop of storm and shadow. The room is dim, gray light filtering in through the heavy clouds outside, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor. Somethingâs different, though. You blink slowly, trying to clear the haze of sleep.
Your wrists. Theyâre free.
No cuffs. No cold metal biting into your skin. You sit up cautiously, the blankets tucked around you. . . comfortably. Like some twisted lullaby, as if youâd been tucked in after drifting to sleep in the middle of a nightmare.
And the first thing you notice? Bucky isnât here.
Your heart thuds in your chest, your body still stiff with the memory of yesterday, the taste of panic still lingering like bile in your throat.Â
You scan the room carefully, trying not to make any sudden movements as if you might wake the predator lurking nearby.
The chair he always sits inâthe one where he watches youâis empty. No sign of him. No footsteps, no steady breathing that youâve come to expect as the constant reminder of his presence.
Where is he?
The food tray from last night is gone. Cleared away. The bed youâre sitting in feels too normal, too cozy, like some trap waiting to spring. You canât trust it. You canât trust anything. Your eyes move to the door. Itâs slightly ajar, just a crack, and thereâs an unnerving stillness in the air. The house is too quiet.
You slide out of bed, your bare feet sinking into the carpet. Your muscles are tense, ready, every nerve on edge.Â
You step closer to the door, careful, listening for anythingâfootsteps, breathing, a creak of the floorboards. Nothing. Just the sound of the rain.
Your hand touches the doorknob, ready to push it open, when you hear itâa soft thud from down the hall.
Your body freezes, every muscle tensing as you strain to hear. The sound is subtle, distant, but unmistakable. A shuffling, like somethingâor someoneâmoving just out of sight.
Heâs close.
You open the door cautiously, peeking out into the hallway. Itâs dark, barely lit by the gray daylight seeping in from the windows. The house feels alive, as if the walls themselves are watching, breathing. The unease settles in your stomach, cold and heavy. You swallow, your throat tight, and take a step forward.
Another noise. A door creaking open further down the hall.
Your breath catches. Your feet hesitate. But you move forward, each step more careful than the last. Your heart races, every instinct screaming for you to turn around, to hide. But you canât. You need to know where he is.
And then, you stop.
The bathroom door is slightly ajar, and thereâjust insideâyou see him.
Bucky.
Heâs standing in front of the sink, his back to you. His hands are braced against the counter, his head slightly lowered, as if heâs⌠thinking. You freeze in place, watching him, your body paralyzed by the tension hanging thick in the air. He doesnât know youâre here, not yet. He hasnât heard you.
You could run. You could turn around right now, slip back into the bedroom, and pretend you never saw this. But something about the way heâs standing thereâso stillâkeeps you rooted to the spot.
He moves.
Slowly, he straightens, his shoulders rising as he takes in a deep breath. He turns his head slightly, just enough that you catch the edge of his profile. And then, he speaks.
âI know youâre awake.â
Your stomach drops, a cold wave of dread washing over you.
âI was waiting for you,â he continues, his voice smooth, calm, like heâs talking about the weather. âBut I guess you were planning on coming to find me instead.â
You feel the blood drain from your face, your heart pounding in your ears as he turns to face you fully, his eyes meeting yours. Thereâs a calmness in his expression that unnerves you more than anything else. He isnât angry. He isnât surprised.
He knew.
He knew the whole time.
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The moment his eyes meet yours, you donât thinkâyou bolt.
Your feet barely hit the ground as you turn and bolt down the hallway, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest, the sound of your breath ragged in your ears. Every muscle in your body screams to run, to get as far away from him as possible. You know heâs behind you. You can feel it, the tension stretching between you like a taut wire, ready to snap. But you donât look back. You canât.
The stairs are ahead, a sharp descent into the unknown, but theyâre your only option. Your hand grips the bannister as you take the steps two at a time, your mind racing just as fast. You can hear him moving behind you, not in a rush, not in a panic. No, his footsteps are casual by the way they echo in the hallway above.
You hit the ground floor, your bare feet slipping on the cold tiles, but you manage to catch yourself. You have to hide. You have to be smart. If you donât, heâll catch you, and you know exactly what happens if he does.
You dart around the corner, your eyes scanning the room desperately. The house feels like a maze, twisting, unfamiliar. Youâve been here before, but in the haze of fear, everything feels different, distorted. You spot a doorâa small one, leading to what looks like a pantryâand no hesitation you dash inside, pulling the door shut behind you.
Darkness swallows you whole, your back pressed against the wall, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your shaky breath.Â
The air feels thick in the tiny space, every sound amplified. Your pulse pounds in your ears, and you try to force yourself to stay calm. Think, think, think.
The silence stretches out, so thick you can almost hear it. And thenâ
You hear him.
His voice, soft, almost melodic, drifting through the house like a twisted lullaby.
âY/NâŚâ
Your body goes rigid. Heâs calling for you, like this is some kind of game. A cat and mouse game. Heâs playing with you, drawing it out, savoring every second of your panic.
âWhere are you?â His voice echoes through the house, sickeningly sweet, and you can hear the smile in it, the amusement. Like this is a joke. Like you, running is nothing but entertainment for him.
You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, trying to think of what you can do next, but every plan, every thought dissolves into pure terror as his footsteps get closer. The sound of his shoes on the floor is slow. Heâs not in a rush. He knows youâre here. Somewhere.
âCome out, come out, wherever you areâŚâ
He sings your name again, drawing it out, each syllable rolling off his tongue like heâs savoring the taste of it. You bite your lip, forcing yourself to stay quiet, your hands trembling as you clutch the inside of the door. You canât breathe, canât move. Your heart feels like itâs going to explode in your chest.
You hear him moving through the house, his voice drifting through every corner, getting closer, then further away.Â
âYou know Iâll find youâŚâ His words are light, teasing, but beneath them lies something dark, something terrifyingly final. âI always do.â
His voice drifts through the hall, teasing, playful, as if this is all just fun for him. The sound of it makes your blood run cold, but you donât move. You canât. You tell yourself to stay calm, to think, to be smart. He wants you to panic. He wants you to break. Donât.
The footsteps draw closer. You hear the soft creak of the floorboards just outside the door, and your body goes rigid. You can feel him on the other side, waiting, listening. You brace yourself, every nerve in your body on edge, ready for him to rip the door open and drag you out.
But he doesnât.
Thereâs a long, agonizing pause. You hear him exhale softly, almost as if heâs amused. His presence lingers there, so close you can feel it through the door. The seconds stretch on, unbearable.
And then, he moves. The footsteps retreat, growing fainter, until you hear them no more.
You donât move. You donât breathe. You wait, your body coiled tight, every muscle aching with the tension.Â
Heâs gone, you tell yourself. He walked away.Â
You listen carefully, straining your ears for any soundânothing. Just the rain. Heâs somewhere else in the house, looking for you.
The silence presses down on you, thick and suffocating. You tell yourself you have to move, that this is your chance. You wait a minute longer, then two, your hand still covering your mouth as you count the seconds.Â
Heâs gone. Heâs not there anymore.
Finally, you exhale slowly and shift your weight, your legs cramped and trembling from holding still for so long. You push the door open an inch, peeking out into the hallway.
Empty.
The hallway is bathed in pale, gray light from the rain-soaked windows. No sign of him. Your pulse hammers in your ears, but you push the door open fully now, stepping out as silently as you can manage. The house feels too big, too quiet.
Maybe I can make it. Maybe he didnât hear me.
You take a cautious step forward, your eyes scanning the empty corridor. Another step, careful, quiet. The air feels cold against your skin, the house eerily still, like the eye of a storm.
You glance in both directions. The hall is empty.
Heâs gone.
You make it halfway down the hallway, moving toward the back of the house, your breath coming in shallow huffs. You take a step, then another, your movements calculated and soundless, trying to map out your escape. Each second feels like a victory, a step closer to being free of him. You are smarter than him. You can outthink him.
As you move, you walk backward for a moment, keeping your eyes on the hallway behind you. You donât trust itâwhy would you?âso you check, making sure he isnât sneaking up on you. Your back presses against the wall for stability as you inch toward the exit, ready to make your move.
And thenâyou feel something.
Something warm. Something solid. Your entire body goes rigid as you feel itâhim.
You freeze, terror gripping you before you even have a chance to process the situation. Slowly, painfully slowly, you turn your head, knowing exactly what youâll see.
Bucky.
Heâs standing right behind you, closer than you ever imagined he could be, his chest pressed against your back, his breath steady. How did he move so silently? How did he manage to be right here, right on top of you, without a single sound?
Your heart slams against your ribcage as you try to pull away, but his hand is already on your arm, gentle but firm, holding you in place. The smile on his face is unsettling, a mixture of amusement and something far darker. He knew. He always knew.
âYou were trying to sneak away, werenât you?â His voice is soft, too soft, like this is all just a lighthearted conversation between two people who arenât trapped in a nightmare. âI could feel it.â
His fingers tighten around your arm, not painfully, but just enough to remind you that heâs not letting go. That he sees you, even in your cleverness, even in your silence.
âYouâre quiet,â he murmurs, his lips just inches from your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âI like that. But quiet doesnât mean I wonât find you.â
âI was justâŚâ you begin, your voice barely a whisper, but it catches in your throat. You can feel him watching you, his eyes scanning your face, reading every thought before youâve even formed it.
âJust what?â he asks, his tone almost playful, like heâs toying with you, like this is nothing more than a game. His fingers brush your skin, tracing lazy circles, and it sends a wave of nausea through you.
You donât answer. You canât. Your mind is racing, but the words wonât come.
He leans in closer, his breath warm against the side of your neck, and you canât stop the way your body tenses, every nerve screaming with terror.
âI told you, Y/N,â he whispers, his voice so quiet itâs almost drowned out by the rain. âIâll always know where you are.â
Your breath catches, and you feel his hand shift, sliding down your arm, fingers curling around your wrist. He pulls you closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you, suffocating.
You want to scream, to pull away, but you know it wonât do any good. Youâve been clever, carefulâbut not enough. You underestimated him.
You force yourself to breathe, to think through the thick fog of panic that clouds your mind. Every instinct screams at you to do something, anything to get away, but Buckyâs grip is firm, his presence all-consuming. His hand is still around your wrist, holding you in place, as if you belong here. As if there was never a question of where you should be.
âI see that look,â he murmurs, his voice so low it almost blends with the sound of the rain. âYouâre thinking. Calculating.â
You swallow hard, your heart slamming against your ribs. Of course, youâre thinking. Youâre always thinking. Youâre looking for the smallest crack in the situation, the tiniest escape route. But he knows. He sees it in you.
âYou always think you can figure me out, donât you?â His breath tickles the side of your face, and you flinch, trying to pull away even though you know itâs futile.
Your mind races, but his presence is like a cage, keeping you trapped, making every idea seem impossible. You can feel the tension tightening, every second a countdown to whatever heâs planning next. His thumb moves in circles over your wrist, a gesture that might seem comforting if it werenât so... controlling.
Then he releases you.
The sudden absence of his grip is jarring. You stumble backward a step, your body instinctively retreating, but you catch yourself before you fall. You stare at him, shocked that heâs let go, that heâs giving you space.
Bucky just smiles, watching you. He's toying with you, letting you think you have a chance when deep down, you know heâs still in control.
âIâm not going to hurt you,â he says, his voice soft and measured. âBut you have to stop running. Youâre making this harder on yourself.â
Your skin prickles with dread as you try to process his words. Heâs letting you go, but itâs not real freedom. Itâs a leashâan invisible one, stretched just enough to let you feel like youâre in control. But heâs still holding the end of it, ready to pull you back the moment you step too far.
You stand there, frozen, every muscle in your body screaming to run, but your mind knows better. Heâs faster than you. Stronger. More dangerous.
Heâs waiting. Waiting for you to make a move, to see what youâll do next. And you know, whatever you do, heâll be ready.
âI can wait all day,â he says, tilting his head slightly, as if heâs genuinely curious about what youâll choose. âBut you wonât make it far.â
Your mouth goes dry as you take a shaky breath, your eyes darting to the door, the only possible exit. The rain is still hammering down outside, loud and relentless, but itâs the only thing between you and whatever comes next.
But you know if you run now, itâll be exactly what he wants.
So, you make a decision.
Instead of bolting, instead of giving in to the panic rising in your chest, you take step forward. Toward him.
His eyes flicker with somethingâsurprise? Amusement? You canât tellâbut it doesnât matter. Youâre not playing the game the way he wants you to anymore. Youâre taking control, even if itâs just for a moment.
âThen stop pretending this is some game,â you say, your voice steady, even though you feel anything but. âWhat do you want?â
He takes a step closer, closing the distance you just created, and you can feel the tension coil between you again, tighter than before.
âYou know what I want,â he says softly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
The silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. You donât dare break it, waiting for him to speak, to reveal the thing thatâs been lurking in the shadows between you both since the moment you met. The way heâs looking at you now, with that dark, unreadable intensity, makes your skin crawl. Your question hangs in the air, and you canât tell if heâs stalling, or if heâs just savouring the momentâsavouring you.
Then he leans in, just a fraction closer, his voice lowering to that chilling, intimate whisper that makes every nerve in your body scream for you to run.
âWhat I want,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, âis simple. I want you to stop fighting it. To stop pretending this isnât what you need. What you want.â
You stiffen, your pulse skyrocketing, because itâs not the answer you were expecting. Thereâs a raw edge to his words, a dangerous undertone that tells you heâs been thinking about this for a long timeâplanning it.
âI want you to see that this, usââ he gestures vaguely between you, his eyes never leaving yoursââis inevitable. You can run, hide, resist, but youâll always end up right. back. here.â
You feel a chill run through your veins as his words sink in. He doesnât just want to keep you here, doesnât just want your compliance. He wants your submission. He wants you to accept this twisted reality heâs created, to fall in line with whatever fantasy heâs been building in his head.
Your breath hitches, but you manage to hold his gaze, even as your mind reels with panic.Â
âYouâre insane,â you whisper, your voice steady despite the fear clawing at your insides. âThis isnât love, Bucky.â
âYou keep telling yourself that,â he says softly, his smile returning, more dangerous than ever. âBut I know you, Y/N. Iâve watched you. Iâve studied you. And you canât hide from the truth forever.â
âI know what you need,â he whispers, his voice softer now, almost... tender. âAnd when you finally stop running, when you stop fighting it, youâll see it too.â
Your chest tightens, your mind racing to find somethingâanythingâto say that might break this twisted spell heâs trying to weave. But you know, deep down, that no matter what you say, heâs already convinced himself that this is real. That you are his.
And thatâs when it hits you.
What he wants isnât just to keep you here, to cage you like some prize. He wants you to choose it. To accept him, this situation, this twisted version of love heâs built in his mind. He wants you to believe it, to fall into his arms willingly.
But you wonât. You canât.
âIâll never give you what you want,â you repeat, your voice defiant, even though the fear tightens in your chest. âIâll never see this the way you do.â
For a moment, the silence between you thickens. You think maybe heâll finally snap, maybe this will be the moment he loses control. But instead, his smile deepens, and the amusement in his eyes takes on a sharper, more sinister edge.
âIs that right?â he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. âBecause, according to your texts... thatâs not what youâve been telling your friends.â
Before you can even process his words, heâs already pulling out your phone again, holding it between you like a trophy. His thumb glided over the screen, his eyes flickering with the satisfaction of someone whoâs about to wield power in the most insidious way.
âLetâs see what we have here, shall we?â he murmurs, not even looking at you as he pulls up your messages. âAh, hereâs a good one.â
He clears his throat theatrically before reading aloud, his voice dripping with false amusement. âHeâs got this look when heâs on top of me. Like, I swear, it could melt your soul. I think Iâm done for.â
Your stomach turns as the words leave his lips, each syllable twisting into something vile as he quotes your own words back to you. You remember sending that, of course. Youâd been giddy, drunk on lust and naivety, texting your friends in a moment of bliss that feels a lifetime away now.
Buckyâs eyes flick to you, watching your reaction with that same unsettling calm. âDone for, huh?â he teases. âThatâs not exactly the defiance youâre showing me right now.â
You clench your fists at your sides, trying to steady your breath, but heâs already scrolling again. His thumb pauses, and he smirks as if heâs found something even better.
âOh, this oneâs great,â he says, looking at you with raised eyebrows. âIs he big?â he reads with a dramatic pause, glancing at you. âGirl, you have no idea. Let's just say Iâm not getting out of bed anytime soon.â
Heat floods your face, not with the memory, but with the sheer horror of hearing him say it out loud. Your body goes rigid as the humiliation washes over you, but Buckyâhe just chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
âWell, I appreciate the enthusiasm,â he says, the smugness in his voice unbearable. âItâs good to know Iâve been leaving an impression.â
He swipes again, his smirk growing. âLetâs see... oh, whatâs this?â His voice takes on an almost sing-song quality as he reads the next one. âHeâs so attentive, itâs like he knows what I want before I do. Honestly, I think heâs perfect. Heâs in my head, like... all the time.â
Your throat tightens, and you force yourself to look at him, your heart thundering in your chest. Heâs savouring every moment of this, twisting your words into a weapon, using them to deepen his control over you.
He steps closer, eyes glinting, before reading the next one. âThereâs something about him... something that makes me feel like I could lose myself. In a good way. Like, I donât even care anymore. I just want him.â
He leans in, his breath grazing your ear as he whispers, âYou just want me, huh? It seems like the girl who wrote this was much more open to the idea of us.â
You jerk your head away, disgusted by how easily heâs taken everything private, every vulnerability, and turned it into another chain to bind you with. You grit your teeth, but heâs still scrolling.
âOne more,â he says with false sweetness, pausing for effect as he reads the final message. âI think Iâm falling for him. For real. Heâs just... I donât know. He makes me feel safe, like no one else ever has.â
He lets the words hang in the air, his smile fading just a little as he watches your reaction.
âAnd that,â he says softly, âis the part I like the most.â
His voice lowers, his face inches from yours now. âYou felt safe with me. And you know why? Because deep down, you want to. You want to believe Iâm the one who can protect you, give you everything you need. And I will. You just have to stop fighting it.â
Your stomach twists as his words sink in, as he lays bare the twisted reality heâs built around you. He wants you to choose this, to let him be the one who controls everything. And heâs using your own desires, your own words, to manipulate you.
Your pulse is pounding in your ears, his infuriating chuckle echoing through your bones, and you canât stand it anymore. The phoneâthe embodiment of everything heâs stolen from youâdangles just out of reach, held by his towering frame like itâs a toy, a prize he knows you canât win.
Your teeth grit, hands curling into fists. The room feels like itâs shrinking, the air too thick to breathe. Heâs mocking you. Smiling. Enjoying this.
âGive it to me!â you spit, your voice sharp and desperate, the words cutting through the tense air like glass.
His smile widens, the amusement in his eyes deepening, like your demand only adds fuel to his fire. He raises the phone higher, just enough to make you reach again, to make the gap between you and your freedom feel all the more impossible.
âWhat was that?â he teases, voice calm, softâalmost too soft. âI didnât quite hear you.â
You take a step forward, pushing against his chest with all the force you can muster. âI said give it to me!â You try to leap, your fingers brushing against the edge of the phone, but he pulls it back effortlessly, his hand now resting on your waist as if steadying youâas if you need his help.
His chuckle rumbles low, and it makes your skin crawl. âY/NâŚâ he says, dragging out your name, the amusement thick in his voice. âYou really think you can just take it? Like itâs that simple?â
You shove harder against him, your breath coming in short, angry bursts, trying to wriggle free from his grasp, but his hand stays firm on your waist, not letting you get any real distance. âItâs mine! You donât get toââ
Before you can finish, you jump again, practically climbing him in your attempt to grab the phone. Youâre fully pressing against his chest now, using every bit of strength you have, your body coiled with frustration and fury as you reach for the device. But itâs no use. His arm is longer, his height an insurmountable barrier.
He tilts his head slightly, watching you with that insufferable grin, his free hand catching your waist to stop you from going any higher.
âKeep trying, sweetheart,â he whispers, his breath brushing against your skin as you struggle. âBut youâre not going to get it.â
His voice is patronizing, soaked with amusement, and it only makes you more desperate, more furious. You plant your feet harder, pushing up with all your strength, but he doesnât even move. Youâre climbing a wall that wonât budge, and the realization stings.
âGive. It. To. Me.â Your voice is tight, angry, each word spat out through gritted teeth as you dig your nails into his arm, still trying to claw your way up, but the phone remains out of reach.
Heâs barely even trying to stop you, just lifting the phone higher, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he holds you in place. His chuckle deepens, a low rumble of satisfaction.
âWhy are you fighting so hard for something thatâs already mine?â he asks, his voice laced with cruel amusement. âThese words... you gave them to me. You already handed me your trust.â
You try to twist out of his grasp, your breath catching in your throat, but his hand stays firm, his body unyielding.
âYou donât own me,â you snap, your voice shaking with both rage and humiliation. âYou donât get to decideââ
His grip on your waist tightens, pulling you back down to the ground, your feet slipping on the floor as you stumble back, breathless and furious. He pockets the phone slowly, as if to remind you that itâs not going anywhere.
His eyes meet yours, dark and amused, his voice low and taunting. âOh, Iâm not deciding anything,â he murmurs, his smile twisting. âYou already did.â
Bucky stands over you, tall and unyielding, his shadow looming, making the space around you feel smaller, tighter. His lips curl into that same infuriating smirk, the one that makes your blood boil and sends a thrill of something you donât want to acknowledge coursing through your veins.
âAsshole,â you mutter again, glaring up at him, refusing to let him see the fearâor worse, the heatâburning inside you.
His eyes gleam with amusement. He kneels slowly, bringing himself to your level, but still towering over you in that way that makes you feel completely trapped, even as youâre free to move.
âWhat was that?â he asks softly, his voice barely a murmur, though you know he heard you the first time.
You hate how your body betrays you, hate that he knows it too. You bite your lip, trying to steady yourself, to not let him see how much heâs rattling you. But heâs watching you, every small movement, every flicker of emotion that crosses your face.Â
You try to push yourself away from him, to put some distance between you, but his hand tightens on your waist, just enough to keep you in place.Â
âSay it again,â he whispers, his lips grazing your ear now, sending a jolt of something electric through your body that you wish wasnât there.
âI said youâre an asshole,â you snap, louder this time, your voice sharp and angry.Â
He chuckles, low and dark, and the sound makes your skin prickle with a mix of fury and something you donât want to acknowledge.Â
âI like it when you fight,â he murmurs, his voice soft and teasing, his breath warm against your neck. âItâs cute.â
The heat of his breath on your skin makes you shudder involuntarily, and you grit your teeth, trying to suppress the way your body reacts to him. You want to shove him away, to regain some semblance of control, but your body feels frozen, caught between the urge to push him back and something else entirely. Something you refuse to admit is there.
âLet me go.â you manage, but your voice falters, quieter than you intended, betraying you.
He doesnât let go. Instead, his hand slides up your side, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His fingers brush against your ribs, the touch light but possessive, and your breath catches in your throat.
âDo you really want me to?â he whispers, his lips now barely an inch from your neck. His words send a shiver racing through your body, and you grit your teeth, determined not to let him see how much heâs affecting you.
âBucky...â you start, trying to sound firm, trying to hold onto the anger thatâs slipping through your fingers, but your voice falters as you realise how close he is, how the heat between you is suffocating.
He smirks again, his thumb brushing over your waist in a way that sends an involuntary tremor through you. âYou can say my name all you want,â he murmurs, his voice a low growl that makes your stomach twist. âBut we both know whatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours.â
Your body tenses at his words, both from the insult and the way his hand moves, as if heâs unravelling you, piece by piece. You try to pull back again, but his grip tightens just enough to remind you that youâre not going anywhere.
âYou think youâve got me figured out?â you snap, trying to regain some ground, some sense of control.
He chuckles again, that same low, maddening sound that sets your nerves on edge.Â
âI know more than you think,â he says, his hand moving higher, his fingers brushing against the curve of your ribs now, his touch sending sparks through your skin. âYouâve been trying to fight this from the beginning, but we both know where this is going.â
The space between you is shrinking, the heat between your bodies unbearable, and you can feel the tension pulling you in, your body betraying you in the worst possible way. You bite your lip, trying to focus, to remember why you hate him, why you should be pushing him away.Â
But heâs so close now, his lips barely a breath away from your skin, and you can feel his words more than hear them as he leans in, his voice a whisper that sends a tremor through your entire body.
âTell me you donât feel it,â he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck, and for a moment, you canât think, canât breathe, as the world narrows to just the two of you.
You should push him away. You want to push him away. But instead, youâre sitting there, heart racing, torn between the anger burning inside you and the heat building between you. And Bucky knows it. He sees it in your eyes, in the way your breath catches, and that only makes his smirk grow wider.
âJust admit it,â he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. âYou want this as much as I do.â
Your breath hitches, your fists clenching as you fight the urge to react, to give him the satisfaction. But the tension between you is unbearable now, suffocating, and youâre not sure how much longer you can keep fighting it.
Bucky tilts his head to the side, his eyes dark and hooded, slowly drifting down to your lips. His lips are so close to yours now, hovering millimetres away, teasing you, taunting you with the possibility of something more.Â
But he doesnât close the gap. He just hovers there, waiting, watching your reaction, drawing it out. His smirk deepens, satisfied, as if heâs savoring the way youâre teetering on the edge, caught between your instinct to pull away and the pull of something undeniable between you.
Your mind races, the rational part of you screaming to shove him away, to stop this before it goes any further. But your bodyâyour traitorous bodyâresponds to the heat between you, every nerve alight, betraying the internal conflict waging within you.Â
"You're holding back," he whispers, his voice low, taunting, the words vibrating in the air between you. His breath brushes your skin, so close you can almost feel his lips move against yours, but still, he doesnât give you the satisfaction of closing the distance.
You narrow your eyes at him, trying to keep your expression defiant. âYou think Iâm just going to give in?â you uttered firmly.
Buckyâs smirk grows. Heâs not just playing with your emotions; heâs studying you, every breath, every reaction.
âI think you like this,â he murmurs, his voice as smooth as silk, the words wrapping around you, making it harder to breathe. âThis tension between us, this fight. You crave it.â
His lips are so close you can almost taste the heat of him, but he continues to hold back, leaving you on the brink, trapped in the space between resistance and temptation.
âYouâre wrong,â you manage, though your voice falters slightly, betraying you. You hate that heâs gotten this far, that heâs managed to chip away at your defenses, but you refuse to let him see just how much heâs affecting you.
âAm I?â he whispers, his lips hovering so close to yours you can barely stand it. His hand tightens slightly on your waist, pulling you closer, but still, he keeps you waiting, holding you in this unbearable tension.
He leans in again, his breath ghosting over your lips, his voice a soft murmur. "I can feel it, Y/N. You're on the edge. Just let go."
Your heart pounds in your chest, everyÂ
Bucky watches you for a moment longer, eyes narrowing as if heâs weighing your silence, calculating your resistance. Then his smirk returns, a little darker this time, as though heâs decided something in that moment.
"Youâre going to see it my way," he murmurs, his voice low, full of certainty. "And Iâm going to prove it to you."
His arm wraps around your waist firmly, and before you can react, youâre lifted off the floor. Your breath catches as he throws you over his shoulder with ease, like you weigh nothing. You let out an involuntary gasp, your hands instinctively grabbing at his back, trying to steady yourself as your body hangs over him.
âBucky!â you protest, your voice sharper now, but itâs drowned out by the sound of his footsteps as he starts walking back toward the stairs.
âShh,â he says softly, his tone almost playful, but thereâs an edge to it, a finality that makes your stomach twist. âYouâll thank me later.â
Your heart pounds in your chest as youâre carried back toward the bedroom. You push against his back, but his grip doesnât loosen, and the casual strength he holds you with only makes your pulse race faster.
You struggle against him, trying to twist out of his grasp, but he only tightens his hold, his voice calm, unbothered. âFighting me only makes it harder for you, Y/N.â
Your breath comes in short, sharp bursts as he carries you up the stairs, the panic and tension growing with each step. You know where heâs taking you, and the thought of being trapped in that bedroom again sends a chill through your body.
âPut me down!â you demand, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, but Bucky only chuckles softly.
âOh, I will,â he murmurs, his voice soft but firm.Â
You feel your body shift slightly as Bucky pushes open the door to the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind you, and your heart pounds in your ears as you realise thereâs no escaping him now.
"Put me down!" you demand, trying to keep your voice steady, though every fiber of your being is on high alert.
Bucky throws you onto the bed with effortless strength. The world spins for a split second, and you land with a bounce, the mattress swallowing your weight. You gasp, disoriented, struggling to regain your composure as you push yourself up on your elbows.
Bucky stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes gleaming with that same infuriating confidence, his smirk widening as he watches your reaction.
"Youâ" you start, the anger rising in your chest, but before you can finish, he interrupts you, his voice filled with mock innocence.
âWhat? You told me to put you down,â he says, shrugging casually, as if tossing you onto the bed was the most natural thing in the world. His tone is light, almost teasing, but thereâs an edge beneath itâa dark undercurrent that makes it clear heâs still fully in control.
For a moment, youâre too stunned to respond, caught between the absurdity of his reply and the tension hanging thick in the air. His casual playfulness only heightens the unnerving sense of power he holds over you, as if even your resistance is something he finds amusing.
You narrow your eyes at him, refusing to let him see just how rattled you are. âYou know exactly what I meant,â you snap, keeping your voice firm, even as your pulse quickens under his unrelenting gaze.
He tilts his head, feigning innocence again, that infuriating smirk never leaving his lips. âI just follow instructions, doll,â he says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes tell a different storyâdark, dangerous, and full of intent.
You sit up straighter, fighting the feeling of vulnerability that creeps over you, and meet his gaze with unwavering defiance. "Youâre not as clever as you think," you say, keeping your tone sharp.
His smirk widens, and he steps closer to the bed, his movements slow, heâs savoring the tension between you. "Oh, I think we both know how clever I am," he replies, his voice dropping to a smooth murmur.Â
You sit up slightly, propped on your elbows, your pulse quickening as he approaches. Bucky moves swiftly, his hands coming down on either side of you, caging you in. His body looms over yours, and the mattress dips under the weight of him, pinning you in place.Â
The sudden proximity steals the breath from your lungs, and your eyes dart up to meet his. The intensity of his gaze hits you like a physical force, his pupils are blown wide, dilated. His face is so close now that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, his presence suffocating, overwhelming.
He doesnât move. Neither do you.
Youâre hyper aware of everythingâhis hands gripping the mattress on either side of you, the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the intoxicating scent of him invading your senses.Â
You try to look anywhere else, anywhere but where his gaze is leading you. But itâs impossible. His stare pulls at you, like a gravitational force, dragging you into his orbit. And all you can think about is how close he is. Too close. Your heart thuds in your chest, each beat louder than the last, echoing in the silence between you.
Your eyes flickerâjust for a secondâdown to his lips.
You curse yourself instantly for it, but itâs too late. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His smirk deepens, barely perceptible, but you feel it like a jolt of electricity. That knowing look, that arrogant satisfaction that heâs in control, and youâre fighting a battle you canât win.
You force your eyes back up, meeting his once more, desperate to regain some sense of control, some measure of defiance. But the tension between you is unbearable now, thick like a vice tightening around your chest. It feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, leaving only the charged space between your lips, the millimeters separating you from him.
Every nerve in your body is on edge, bracing for something youâre not even sure you want to resist.
Bucky leans in just a fraction more, his lips hovering so close to yours that the distance is almost unbearable. His breath mingles with yours, warm and steady, and for a moment, youâre not sure if itâs your heart or his thatâs pounding in your ears.
You tryâdesperatelyânot to look at his lips again, but itâs like trying to ignore gravity.
He doesnât speak. He doesnât need to. The silence is louder than any words he could say. You know what heâs waiting for. Heâs waiting for you to break, to give in to the pull youâve both been fighting for what feels like forever.
Your hands clench at your sides, every muscle in your body tight with the effort of holding back, of not giving in to the dangerous allure of his proximity. But itâs so hard to breathe, so hard to think when heâs this close, when his eyes are this intense, when his lips are right there, almost touching yours.
And just when you think you canât hold out any longer, that youâll snap under the pressure of the moment, Buckyâs voice cuts through the silence, low and husky, barely above a whisper.
âLook at me,â he murmurs, his breath brushing your lips, sending another shiver down your spine. âDonât look away.â
You think about defying him, about turning your head and breaking free from the suffocating tension. He was on top of you, all that hard muscle pinning you down to where you couldnât move. You could feel him everywhere, especially his cock, which was thick against your belly. Fighting him only turned him on, and now you were thinking about sex.
And you hate that heâs right.
Just when the air feels too thick to breathe, he pulls away.
The shift is sudden, leaving you lying there on the bed, breathless and confused. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you canât quite make sense of what just happened. One second, he was so closeâtoo closeâand the next, heâs stepping back, putting space between you.
You blink, trying to catch your breath, your mind scrambling to process the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that have left you dizzy and disoriented. The heat from his body lingers on your skin, but his absence feels colder than you expected.
Bucky stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you, his face now unreadable. The smirk is gone, replaced by a cool, detached expression that makes your stomach churn. Itâs as if the moment you sharedâthe one that left you teetering on the edgeânever happened. His eyes, once dark and intense, are now distant, cold.
âBe a good girl and stay there,â he says, his voice flat, authoritative. There's no teasing in his tone now, just a command.
The words hang in the air, and you find yourself frozen, unable to move, unsure whether it's from the weight of his command or the confusion swirling in your chest. You donât know whether to feel relieved or disappointed that heâs pulled back, leaving you stranded in the wake of something you didnât quite understandâand maybe werenât ready for.
He doesn't wait for a response, doesn't check to see if youâll obey. He simply turns, walking away, leaving you lying there on the bed, torn between the need to push back and the sinking realisation that heâs still in control, no matter how much space he puts between you.
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Buckyâs POV
Thereâs a moment when power shiftsâwhen control is no longer just something you hold, but something you feel, deep in your bones. I see it in your eyes, the flicker of confusion, of vulnerability, as I step away from the bed. You think you understand whatâs happening, that you have a handle on your own defiance, but the truth is, youâre already exactly where I want you. And isnât that the beauty of it?
The tension between us was intoxicating, wasnât it? The way you looked at me, fighting the pull, the temptation, the inevitable. I gave you space to breathe, to think. But now, itâs time to decide what comes next.
I step out of the bedroom, the door closing behind me with the softest click. You probably think this is your moment to regroup, maybe catch your breath, wonder where Iâve gone. But, letâs be honest, Iâm never really gone, am I? Iâm in your thoughts right now, circling your every breath, every heartbeat, while you lie there and try to pretend you can fight this.
I move down the hallway, not in a hurry. I savor this, the anticipation hanging in the air between us. When I reach the room, itâs quiet. Still. Organized. Everything in this space has been meticulously laid out, prepared for this moment. Choices, all of them deliberate. I donât rush this, because why would I? I like to take my time. And you? Youâll feel that patience in every step I take.
I look over the table, where everything is waiting. The blindfold catches my eye first. Simple, soft. Itâs always the smallest things that strip away the most control, isnât it? You rely on your sight, that sense of security you have when you can gauge whatâs coming, what Iâm doing. The blindfold removes that. Youâll be left with nothing but the sound of my voice and the weight of your own breath. Your heart will race faster the moment it goes dark. Youâll feel itâyour world narrowing, closing in.
But thereâs more. My fingers brush against the bed restraints. These are designed to remind you of something fundamental: the boundaries I set are not negotiable. No matter how hard you might try, these restraints are proof that youâre not getting away. Youâll strain against them, at first, testing your limits, feeling that surge of defiance before you realize just how futile it is. That moment, when your body gives in to the restraintâthatâs when youâll understand that the control was never yours to begin with.
I pick them both upâthe blindfold in one hand, the restraints in the other. But before heading back to you, I stop, glancing at myself in the mirror in this room. The tension in the air, the power of whatâs coming next, calls for something more. Something raw. I remove my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air hits my skin, but it does nothing to temper the heat building inside. This isnât just about control anymore; itâs about presence. Dominance.
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YOUR POV
The door creaks open slowly, and youâre already on your feet. You donât know what your plan isâif you even have oneâbut lying there, waiting like some docile thing, thatâs not you. You can feel the tension in your legs, every muscle taut as you stand by the bed, trying to control your breathing, trying to look like youâve made a conscious decision, even though the truth is, you donât know what youâre going to do next.
And then he appears.
Bucky steps back into the room, shirtless. His bare chest catches your eye, the light cutting sharp angles across his skin, emphasizing every line of muscle. For a moment, it steals your breath. Not because of how he looksâbut because itâs another calculated move. Heâs always thinking, always pushing, and now this is about more than just words or actionsâitâs about his very presence. It fills the room, like heâs claiming the space itself.
Your eyes instinctively flick down to his hands. Heâs holding somethingâdark fabric and... yes, restraints. The blindfold dangles from his fingers, the soft black material barely catching the light. The restraints, sleek and unyielding, swing lightly from his other hand.
And then he notices you.
He stops, just inside the doorway, and for a moment, the air between you shifts. His eyes darken, and you catch the subtle frown that pulls at the corner of his mouth as he takes in the fact that youâre no longer on the bed. The smallest hint of irritation flickers across his face, quickly replaced by that cool, composed exterior. But it was there. You saw it.
Good.
He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he considers you, and for a moment, neither of you move. Itâs a silent standoff, and you can feel the weight of his disapproval pressing against you.Â
But then, a slow, exhale leaves his lips, and his expression shifts. He takes a step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. His frown is gone, replaced by something colder, more calculating.
âYouâre out of bed,â he says, his voice low, calm, but thereâs an edge to it, as though heâs daring you to explain. âLie down.â
You donât. You stand your ground, refusing to retreat, even though your pulse is hammering in your chest. You know this wonât change the inevitable, but youâre not going to make it easy for him.Â
âDonât fight me,â he whispers, his voice low and smooth. âIt will be easier for you if you donât make trouble.âÂ
âBut I like trouble,â You said without thinking.
You hadnât thought about how this would come across, though. Your vpice thick with defiance, you realize what youâve done. Youâve just challenged him. Again.
His expression went hard, a little scary. âI will give you the count of three. If youâre not in bed before then, there will be consequences.â
Your heart stutters in your chest. He isnât bluffing.
Your gaze flickers down to his hands, and you see themâthe blindfold, the restraints. Heâs holding them loosely, his fingers flexing as if heâs already deciding exactly how to use them.Â
âOne. . .â
He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on you, his presence overwhelming in the small space. You feel your pulse spike, But you stand your ground, glaring back at him, the fire of your own defiance still flickering even as fear claws at your throat.
âTwo. . .â
The sound of the second number sends a rush of panic through you. Heâs not going to wait much longer. You know that. But you canât bring yourself to back down.
âThree.â
The word comes out soft, but the weight behind it is crushing. He doesnât give you time to react. His hand moves in a blur, reaching for you, and before you can take a breath, heâs closed the distance between you, his grip firm but not painful as he grabs your wrist.
The blindfold and restraints in his other hand hang there, a silent threat, a promise of whatâs to come.
âYou made your choice,â he says, his voice low and dangerous, his face inches from yours, and the dark amusement in his eyes is gone now. âNow, you'll have to deal with the consequencesâŚâ He pauses, his gaze flickering over you, and a wicked smile curls on his lips. "And trust me, sweetheart, you're going to feel every single one of them."
And you know, as he pulls you toward the bed, that this game is over.
But the consequences? Theyâre just beginning.
âNo!â you grunted, you bucked and kicked out with your legs, hoping like hell you caught him in the junk, âGet off me!â
Bucky barely flinches, his grip tightening as he maneuvers effortlessly to pin you down. The way he handles youâstrong, unyieldingâsends a fresh wave of panic through your body.
âNice try,â he mutters, his voice calm, controlled, that terrifying composure still in place. âBut itâs going to take a lot more than that to stop me.â
His hand moves swiftly to your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it with ease. You feel the smooth leather strap, and before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs threading it through the buckle.
You buck again, a surge of panic flooding your chest, but his knee presses firmly into your legs, pinning you down. He moves quickly, efficiently, pulling your arm to the side as the leather restraint tightens around your wrist with a sharp pull.
The soft creak of leather is the only sound as he secures the second strap to your other wrist, buckling it in place, leaving you spread wide, helpless. Your chest heaves with the effort, but itâs too lateâthe leather holds fast, unyielding.
"See?" he says, his voice low, that dangerous smile tugging at his lips again. âYou can fight all you want, but itâs only going to make this more interesting for me.â
âI hate you!â
He didnât answer as he strode toward the end of the bed. His strong naked chest was distracting in the greyness of daylight, with a myriad of scars and rough marks criss-crossing his skin like a road map. This was a cruel man, unyielding and unafraid of violence.
You pressed your lips together when he produced a set of the same restraints at the foot of the bed.Â
Oh, shit.Â
Bucky grabbed your ankle and worked the cuff over your foot.Â
âYou donât need to do this,â you rushed out, bargaining.âIâm not going anywhere.â Thanks to the wrist restraints.
The cuff pulled tight on your right leg. Satisfied, Bucky moved to the other side and you started taking deep breaths, fighting the urge to kick and fight. What was he planning? Why did he need you spread-eagle on the bed?
When you were tied down, he climbed onto the bed, his muscles shifting as he crawled between your thighs, and your nerves twitched and twisted in your belly. This wasnât good.
He stops in front of you and slips the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Your breath hitches, and you feel a surge of panic rising in your chest. You try to pull away, he grabs your chin, holding you in place.Â
You can feel the heat of him, the way his body is so close to yours, and it makes you feel trapped, helpless. Every sense is heightened now that you canât see. Every sound, every movement, every touch feels amplified, and you hate it. You hate how vulnerable you are.
With a swift, almost ruthless motion, Bucky grabs the delicate fabric of your nightgown, and in one clean, forceful pull, it rips in half. The sound of the tear echoes through the room, loud and raw, the fragile material giving way under his hands. The shredded pieces dangle from his fingers for a brief moment before they fall to the floor, discarded.Â
His palms slid up your thighs and under your nightie and goose bumps broke out all along your skin. âShould I let you come, little girl?â he says, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear.Â
Heat bloomed in your pussy, those words charged in ways you couldnât begin to unpack. Was he really going to play the daddy card right now? Fuck. It was like he could see into your mind on how best to manipulate you.Â
âDonât,â You pleaded, not even caring that you sounded weak.
He pushed your panties to the side, gently tracing your entrance with his middle finger. âJust as I thought. Wet.â He brought his finger to his mouth and licked your arousal off. âYou like that, when I call you little girl.â
âNo, I donât,â You said, your chest heaving with the force of your breath. âYou donât need to do this.âÂ
âDo you ache inside?â He slipped his finger directly into your channel, pressing deep until he was completely seated. Then he curled his finger, hitting a spot that you'd sworn was an urban myth.
Your back bowed off the bed, limbs pulling tight against the restraints, and you bit your lip to stay quiet. You did not want to think about how good any part of him felt inside you, how that finger wasnât nearly enough.Â
âPlease,â you panted, not sure what you were asking for. He pumped his hand, the friction both delicious and frustrating. Then he added another finger, going slow until it was in, and you whimpered. Heâs playing with you, you know it and heâs enjoying every second of it.
âYou can feel it huh?â He said, âYour pussy is sucking in my fingers. So greedy. Donât worry. I am going to take very good care of you.â
You held your breath. You didnât know what was about to happen. You only knew it was going to be bad. If he teased you, it would be awful. Worse than awful. If he actually pleasured you, if you surrendered to him, it would be humiliating. He would gain the upper hand, and that was what scared you most.Â
Licking you dry lips, you forced out, âI donât need you to take care of me. Let me take care of you instead.â
He pumped his fingers lazily, in and out, in and out, dragging against your sensitive tissues. You inhaled sharply, the pleasure streaking through you like lightning.Â
âHmm keep telling yourself that.â He said like he doesnât believe you, because he actually doesn't.
Your body strained toward the source of that bliss, chasing it and making a liar out of yourself.Â
âYes, I do. If you justâpleaseâdon't.â You could barely keep track of the conversation as he fucked you with his fingers.
âHear how wet your pussy is for me?â The slick sounds filled the bedroom and you wanted to die of shame. He chuckled.
âGo fuck yourself!â you snapped, hoping your words would have some bite.
âWhy would I? When you're right here, dripping and ready for me?â Bucky murmured, then flicked his tongue unexpectedly over your clit. You tried to keep your expression from revealing anything you were feeling, but when he twisted and pumped at the same time, you moaned deep in your throat.
Then he started eating you out. He licked and sucked like you were a meal and he was starving, his attention focused on your clit, swirling and sucking, and you suddenly knew what you had been missing out on all these years. Using the flat of his tongue, he massaged your clit, then drew it into his mouth to suck on it, again. At the same time, he strummed your clit with his tongue, rubbing and pressing. Bucky mastered your body in seconds, like some sort of pussy wizard, because you were instantly on the verge of coming. Your thighs started shaking and your lungs couldnât pull in air.
And he stopped.Â
You gasped, lurching, you tried to bring yourself closer to where you think his face is, where his breath felt hot. You could feel him smirking.
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Buckyâs POV
Your thighs are trembling now, shaking in that way that tells me you're teetering on the edge, every muscle in your body straining. I watch, fascinated, as your lungs struggle to pull in air, your body begging for relief, for release.Â
And then, I stop.
You gasp, a desperate sound, your body lurching as you try to chase what I've just taken from you. You try to bring yourself closer, your movements frantic, instinctive, as if by sheer will alone. Your head turns, your lips parting, reaching for where you think my face isâwhere my breath felt hot against your skin moments ago.
But I don't move. I smirk, watching the way your body fights itself, craving more but knowing I control every last part of this moment.Â
"You're so predictable," I murmur, my voice low, almost mocking, but there's a darkness in it that lingers. "Always wanting more... always needing to be just a little closer, don't you?â
I run my hands down your sides, feeling every tense muscle beneath my fingertips, relishing the way your body responds to even the lightest touch. You arch, trying to make contact, to feel somethingâanything. But then, my hands lift off you, and the absence of touch sends a ripple of frustration through you. I can feel it, the tension mounting, the need rising higher.Â
I reach across for the bullet vibrator, my fingers curling around the small device. I press the button, the faint hum vibrating in my hand as I adjust it to the lowest setting. The sound is barely audible over your labored breathing, but you know. You feel what's coming next.Â
I lean down, my lips brushing your ear, my breath hot against your skin. "You know how this works," I whisper, my voice soft, almost tender. "I decide when. I decide how much. And you? You're going to beg for it."Â
You can feel the vibration ever so slightly as I circle the air above your lovely hard nipples. I massage the bullet extremely gently around the outer edge of one of your nipples and then do the same with the other. I move it in slow circles, like a promise Iâve yet to fulfil. I can see the way your body respondsâtense, trembling, straining for something more.Â
âYou feel that?â I murmur, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room. âJust enough to drive you insane, isnât it? Just enough to remind you that I hold everything you want in the palm of my hand.â
You shudder, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your body arching slightly as you try to press closer to the source of the vibration. The frustration is written all over your face, and itâs beautiful, so beautiful. I watch you, drinking in every inch of your reaction, savouring the power I have over you in this moment.
âYou love it,â I whisper, my breath brushing against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. âYou love that you canât control this. That I can make you beg for something as simple as this.â
âJust... do it,â you gasp, your voice trembling with frustration, but thereâs still a spark in it, something stubborn. âStop playing games.â
I chuckle softly, amused by your words. Stop playing games? Oh, but you and I both know that this is the game, and youâre playing it just as much as I am. Youâre caught between wanting more and hating that you have to ask for it, and thatâs what makes this so deliciously satisfying.
âIs that what you want?â I ask, lowering the vibrator just a little, letting it barely skim the surface of your areolaâjust enough for you to feel it, but not enough to satisfy. âYou think youâre ready for more? You think you deserve it?â
You grit your teeth, trying to stay composed, but I can see the cracks forming. The frustration, the need. Itâs all there, simmering just beneath the surface.
âPleaseâŚâ you whisper, barely audible, and there it isâthat hint of desperation Iâve been waiting for.
I smile, triumphant, and press the button to increase the intensity just slightly, letting the vibration pulse more firmly against your breast.Â
âThatâs better,â I murmur, my voice low, âBut Iâll need more than that if you really want it.â
You gasp, your body reacting to the sudden change in sensation, your breath hitching as you bite back another plea. And I know, without a doubt, youâll give me what I want.
You bite your lip, stifling another sound as the vibrations skate across your skin, and I watch with fascination as you try to maintain your composure. Your chest rises and falls with each laboured breath, but youâre still clinging to that last bit of resistance. You havenât said it.
The word. The name.
I let the silence stretch out between us, the vibrator humming softly against your nipple, just enough to keep you on edge but nowhere near enough to tip you over it. You know what I want, and I know youâre holding onto it. That delicious defiance. The last weapon you think you have.
But I have all the time in the world.
âYouâre holding out,â I murmur, my voice soft, almost a purr. âI can feel it. Youâre so close, but youâre fighting it. Why?â I bring my face closer, my breath hot against your neck as I whisper, âYou know what will get you what you want.â
Youâre fighting me, refusing to give in to the game. I can almost see the wheels turning in your mindâI wonât give him the satisfaction.
âSay it,â I murmur, my lips brushing your ear now, the vibration of the toy a steady hum against your skin. âYou know what Iâm waiting for. Just say it, and Iâll give you everything you want.â
Your lips part, and for a second, I think you might give in. But then, through clenched teeth, you growl, âIâm not saying it.â
I raise an eyebrow, amused by your defiance. Youâre trying so hard to resist, even though your body is betraying you, trembling under the light touch of the vibrator.
âWe both know you want to say it, go on,â I whisper, my voice soft, dark, full of promise. âSay it. Say what I know youâre dying to say.â
You want to give in, but youâre too proud to make it easy. And so, in the smallest, most defiant voice, you mutter, âI donât need to say it.â
I chuckle softly, shaking my head as I pull the vibrator away for a moment, denying you the one thing you want most.Â
âOh, youâll say it,â I say, my voice calm, certain. âBecause you know thatâs how you get what you need.â
I reach down, pressing the button again, increasing the intensity just a little more. I bring it close, hovering over your skin but not quite touching. The tease. The torment.
âYou want Daddy to make it better, donât you?â I finally whisper, my voice almost a growl, low and intimate, right at your ear.
You think you can outlast me. You think your silence is some kind of victory, but I can see right through you. The stubbornness is admirable, really. I almost want to let you hold onto it for a little longer. Almost.
But then again, why deny myself the pleasure of watching you break?
I lower the vibrator back down, this time pressing it directly against your nippleânot the teasing, ghosting touch from earlier, but real contact. You moaned, your body arching against the restraints as the sudden sensation hits you, and I press the button again, increasing the intensity. The vibrations pulse through you, low and constant, just enough to drive you crazy.
To see you this turned on and into it at this early stage makes me want to burst. I continue to tease your nipples with the bullet, making you wriggle with pleasure as you lean your head back into the pillow. I watch your beautiful face intently as the vibrations gently massage your nipplesâyou look amazingâ radiant, sexy, fuckableâand I am so excited to have you in this positionâbut I am taking my time.Â
I want you to be wetter than you have ever been, have more orgasms than you have ever had and have you moaning more than you have ever moaned.
I lean in, my mouth hovering near your ear, my breath hot against your skin. âYouâre close to saying it,â I whisper, my voice low, knowing. âI can feel it. Youâre just one word away.â
You grit your teeth, trying to hold onâthe way theyâre starting to lose focus, the way your breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps. Youâre teetering on the edge, and you know it.
I smirk, watching you struggle, your body trembling under the relentless vibrations, your mind fighting the inevitable.Â
âStill not saying it?â I ask softly, almost amused. âYou think youâre winning by holding out? By staying quiet?â
I tilt my head, studying you, and then my hand movesâslow, deliberateâbetween your thighs. Whike gently stroking the vibrating bullet down the side of your body, making you wriggle. As I get to your hips, you open your legs further, wanting the vibrations on your clit. I stroke the bullet up from your hip and across the top of your beautifully shaved pubic line, as you thrust your crotch forward, wanting it.Â
I resist the urge to give you what you want immediatelyâinstead lightly running the bullet down the side of your pussy, being careful not to touch your luscious pussy lips. I position myself in between your legs as the bullet gets closer and closer to your clit. As it edges nearer, I see your pussy glisten from its wetnessâoh my God it looks amazing and I love how you have your legs open, allowing me to see it all. How I want to devour it, againâbut there is something you need to say first.
You whimper, your body shaking, your breath ragged. I can feel itâyouâre so close to giving in.
And then, just as I feel you start to unravel, I pull back. I stop everything. The vibrator, the pressureâit all stops.
You gasp, your body lurching forward, desperate for the sensation to continue. You try to press closer, try to make contact, but I keep my distance, pulling away just enough to leave you hanging in agonising anticipation.
Your body trembles, your frustration spilling over as you try to catch your breath, and I know youâre about to break. You need this, and you know it.
I lean in, my lips brushing your ear, my voice soft but commanding. âSay it,â I murmured, the final push. âSay it, or Iâll stop this right now. Iâll leave you like this, desperate, aching, with nothing.â
Your breath hitches, and I can see the war playing out in your mind. The defiance, the prideâitâs all crumbling beneath the weight of your need. Youâre trembling, your body screaming for more, and you know I have the power to give it to you. But you have to say it.
âSay it,â I repeat, my voice a low growl. âSay it, and Iâll give you what you want.â
For a moment, I think youâll hold out just a little longer. But then, with a trembling breath, you whisper the word, barely audible, the last piece of your pride shattering. The bullet is now hovering just above your clit and I slowly press downâI smile satisfyingly and your legs open up further to reveal your lovely wet pussy.
âDaddyâŚâ
I smile, victorious, and without hesitation, I press the vibrator back against you, harder this time, increasing the intensity, my hand moving in sync with the relentless pulse.
âThere we go,â I murmur, my voice dark and satisfied. âGood girl.â
The sight is driving me madâbut I am focused on giving you as much pleasure as you can handle. I slowly rub it up and down your clit as the vibrations run through you. You slowly lift your hips forward, wanting the vibrations lower down, which I oblige. The bullet is edging closer to your glistening pussyâbut then I reach across and spread your beautiful lips apart with my fingersâand start to brush the bullet up one and then down the other, in circular motions. This is driving you wild as it edges closer to entering you. I move the bullet down ever so slightly so it is resting, waiting to go inâbut then move it all the way up to your clit.
The fact you don't know what's coming next is driving you madâwhich makes you look even sexier, if that is possible. Youâre at the mercy of what comes next, and the fact that you canât predict it is pushing you to the edge. You hate it, donât you? But it also pulls you in. It makes you irresistible.
I go to the next level of vibrations and flick the bullet down from your clit, entering you ever so slightly and then move it back up to your clit, vibrating all of your core. As I do this, you open your legs further, now fully relaxed and turned on and let out a sexy moanâwanting more and more.Â
All that fight, all that defiance, just to end up here? Itâs almost poetic. It makes me wonderâhow will you explain this to your friends? Will you tell them how easily you gave in, how all that stubbornness melted away? Or will you keep this secret tucked away, something only weâll know?
For the first time, you try to move your arms down to control the pleasureâbut then realise you are tied up and I am in control, and let your arms drop behind agan. It's at this point it is time to take it up a level.
You've always been a freak, havenât you? I saw the signs, the little hints you thought were so subtle. Makes me wonder if this whole actâthe defiance, the resistanceâis just your way of pretending you arenât begging for it. You donât want control, not really. You want to be pushed to the edge, and Iâm more than happy to take you there.
I turn the bullet off, giving you some relief from the pleasure for a few seconds - then lean forward and kiss the inside of your left thighâmoving across to the right thighâbut pause over your wet pussyâmy mouth just millimeters from your glistening lipsâand let out a breath of excitement that you can feelâthen move to your right thigh and kiss the inside.
Jesusâif only you could see yourself right now. I almost want to take a video, something to remember this by, a little keepsake of how you look when you finally let go. And then I remember⌠your phoneâs already in my pocket.
I hover over you, taking my time, savoring the moment. With careful precision, I pull it out and position the phone in just the right angle, the best view of youâcompletely vulnerable, completely mine.
Maybe youâll watch this back later. Maybe youâll see yourself the way I see you nowâcompletely undone, stripped of that defiance you cling to so desperately. Itâll be a reminder, a little piece of this moment that you can never escape. And Iâll watch you realise, all over again, how much you need me.
You shift beneath me, your breath shaky, and then, through the haze of tension, your voice breaks the silence. âWhat are you doing?â The blindfold makes your tone sharper, more vulnerableâunsure of whatâs coming next.
You canât see me, but I know youâre feeling everything. âTell me,â you whisper, almost a demand, though your voice trembles at the edges. Even blindfolded, youâre still trying to cling to some control.
âIs that how you ask?â I reply, my voice calm, but with that edge of authority youâre trying so hard to ignore. You tense, knowing exactly what Iâm getting at, but youâre stubborn, always trying to hold onto that last bit of control.
I lean in closer, my breath warm against your ear. âYou know what I want to hear. Try again.â
Your lips twitched what I think is annoyance, âDaddy, please tell me what youâre doing.â
I lean in, my breath barely brushing your ear, âYou want to know what Iâm doing? Iâm setting your phone right here,â I say, patting the bedside table. âPerfectly positioned. Just in case you want to watch this laterâsee how you look when you let go.â
You shift beneath me, tense, trying to decipher every sound, every movement. âI want you to remember exactly what happens next,â I continue, my fingers trailing lightly down your side. âBecause you asked for this. And now, youâll get exactly what you deserve.â
You are aching for moreâso I reach for the wand, turn it on and apply it directly to your clit, sending new sensations through your body. I am moving the wand back and forth from your clit to your juicy pussy, vibrations covering all of you. As I move it all around your beautiful pussy, I can hear and see how wet you are. The circular motion around all of your pussy is taking you to orgasmâbut then I stop suddenly, and you catch your breath.Â
âNo!â you shouted. âDonât stop. Oh, God.âÂ
I pressed a kiss to your thigh. âBeg me, sweetheart. Beg me to make you come.âÂ
âWhy are you doing this to me? You fucking psychopath!âÂ
I know you were right there, hovering on the edge, air sawing in and out of your lungs. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry. You wanted to claw my face with your fingernails. I know youâre wanting to crawl into my lap and ride my cock to orgasm.Â
âThose are not the words. Try again. âSay it and Iâll let you come.â
It is now time to up it again, so I squeeze some pleasure gel in my hand and smother the top of the wand in it. I then grab the bullet and rub more pleasure gel on that too. I now have the wand in one hand and the bullet in the other both vibrating and ready to make you cum. I press the wand gently onto your clit as the bullet slowly enters you, making you take a deep breath and blurt out
âFuck, DaddyâPlease make me come.â
From the look on your face and the words coming out of your mouth, I know you are in ecstasy and it makes my cock throb so much. I ask you to tell me how it feels and you say âAmazing, Daddy, please don't stop, I love it.â Your words and sounds as you take the pleasure turn me on so much.
My eyes darted towards the camera, my eyes communicating: Are you watching? Do you hear yourself?
Your legs are fully open now as I continue to work the bullet in and out of you slowly and the wand on your clit. You are so wet so I decide to switch things upâI take the bullet and gently rub it up and down your clit whilst pointing the wand directly at your pussy. I start to slowly push the wand head against your pussy lips and flick it up and down, the dual vibrations sending you into a frenzy. Oh my Godâyou look sensational, irresistibleâI am in total ecstasy just watching your reactions to the vibrating and your orgasms.Â
Your legs, spread apart more, trembling mote, and as I slowly pull the bullet back, your pussy pushes it out and a squirt of your juices shoot out at me. I bet you heard yourself yelling as if from a distance, the high so unbelievably good, better than any drug you'd ever tried. It seemed to go on for days but was probably only seconds. As you came down, the shame crept in to replace the euphoria.
I have never heard or seen you do this before and it makes me even harder, if that is possible. It's like unwrapping a gift that you didnât even know you wanted, but suddenly canât imagine living without. I almost want to thank you for the privilegeâalmost. But that would ruin the moment, wouldn't it?
I slowly start to pull the bullet back again, and it happens againâyour beautiful pussy pushes out the bullet and squirts your juices all over my hand. I can now see a wet patch underneath you, which drives me wild. The sight of you orgasming, squirting and gushing is almost too much. I wave the wand all around your soaking wet pussy, juices gushing out of you as I do. I turn the bullet and wand off and just sit there looking at your pulsating and dripping wet pussy and then your gorgeous face as you recover. I am in total aweâ
I glance down at the mess youâve made, my lips curling into a slow, almost proud smile. âWell, would you look at that,â I murmur, teasing, with a hint of mockery. âMiss perfect, always so put together, now completely⌠undone.â
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, enjoying the way you squirm at the sound of my voice. âItâs almost impressive, really. I never thought youâd let things get this messy. But here you are, all flustered and out of sorts. Makes me wonder if you secretly like it this way.â
I chuckle softly, pulling back just enough to see the reaction play out on your face. âAnd honestly? I think it's kind of adorable. Watching you, of all people, fall apart like this.â
I pause, letting the weight of my words sink in. âI guess being a messy girl suits you.â
You grit your teeth, your voice dripping with frustration as you snap, âFuck you.â The words hit the air like youâre hoping theyâll cut me, but all I feel is amusement curling in my chest, that familiar, sick satisfaction.
âOoo, fuck me, huh?â I echo, my voice dripping with mockery, like Iâm savoring the taste of your defiance. âThatâs adorable. Are you giving me hints?â
You growl in frustration, the sound barely contained, your annoyance bubbling over. I laugh softly, watching you struggle against the moment. âOh, donât be mad. Iâm just trying to keep up with your subtle suggestions,â I tease, raising an eyebrow. âBut I guess someoneâs a little touchy, arenât they?â
The frustration in your eyes behind the black silk only makes the moment sweeter. Youâre trying so hard to fight, to stay defiant, but I can see right through it. And itâs entertaining.
Without breaking my smirk, I glance over at the camera on the bedside, locking eyes with it for a moment, letting the weight of this moment be captured.
I turn my gaze back to you, the satisfaction in my smile only deepening. âSee? Itâs all right here, caught on tape. Youâll thank me for it later.â
I move myself upwards, leaning over you, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you pant, every breath shaky and uneven. My fingers trace gently across your cheek, I lean in slowly, my lips hovering just above yours, my breath mingling with yours. I intend for it to be gentle, just a small taste of power, but thenâyou moved.
You push upward, taking control of the kiss, pulling me into it with a hunger I didnât expect. For a split second, I freeze, caught off guard by the way you turn the tables, the way stuck your tongue down my throat passionately.Â
Youâre not just reacting. Youâre taking.
I am taken aback as I thought you were recovering but then you whisper in my ear, âI need your cock in my mouth whilst you fuck me with the rabbit.âÂ
Insatiable.Â
Iâm frozen, my mind racing to catch up with what I just heard.
âOh my godâŚâ I murmur, half to myself, the disbelief quickly melting into a slow, satisfied smile. I pull back, just enough to look at you, the amusement and intrigue sparking in my eyes.
I shake my head slightly, chuckling. âYou really are full of surprises, arenât you?â I pause, before I lean in close again, my voice dropping to a low whisper.
âBut if you want thatâŚâ I tease, my lips brushing against your ear, âyouâre going to have to say the magic word.â My smirk deepens, waiting for that final surrender.Â
âDaddy,â you drawled so seductively, âPlease put your cock in my mouth, I want to suck it while I come.âÂ
Music to my ears.
I lean forward and kissed you again, sucking on your tongue. I can see that you want your hands free to feel me, you can hear me unzipping my jeans, the sound of it makes you writhe with excitementâbut no, you donât get to have that privilege yet.
I move to the side of you, on my knees and reach back to get the rabbit, gently stroking it down your chest, in between your tits. As I get near your pussy, I squeeze some pleasure gel all over it and then turn it on, the ears and the shaft vibrating on the lowest setting. I rub the tip downwards on your clit, you tilt your head up as I move forward on my knees and your mouth is already open, waiting for it.Â
Whilst you are waiting to taste my throbbing rock-hard cock, I slide the rabbit down further, gliding across your wet pussy lips and then I reposition it so the tip is resting against your pussy, ready and waiting to enter you.
As I move my hips forward slowly and my cock starts to enter your eager mouth, I do the same with the rabbit inside your pussy. Inch by inch my cock feels your mouth as the rabbit fills you. The slow rhythm of my cock sliding to the back of your throat and then to the edge of your lips is matched with the rabbit doing the same to your pussyâslow and gentle strokes, all the way in and then all the way out, just resting on your lips. The noises you make as the rabbit enters you fully, the ears vibrating your clit, are sensational and matched by the sight of your mouth wrapped around my cock and arms stretched across the bed, tied helplessly but taking all that I have to give.
You start to speed up sucking my cock, slurping on it, loving it filling your mouth and this is my queue to match that speed and rhythm with the rabbitâyou are so wet that it is gliding in and out of you. All the way in and then out again. Still not fastâbut not slow anymoreâas you rock your head back and then thrust forward, taking all of me in your mouth. You then slow down and lick around my tip, and I do the same with the rabbit, just the tip rubbing around your open pussy. Then you push forward and take my cock, upto my balls, all the way in your mouth and I slowly push the rabbit all the way in youâas far as it can go, the ears in perfect position to stimulate your clit again. You hold me there in your mouth, not moving at all, and I do the same with the rabbit. This is so passionate and sexyâI could shoot my cum down your throat nowâbut no way.Â
I continue to match your speed and rhythm with the rabbit, letting you have some control. But now it's time for me to take that control backâand taste your smooth, shaven, delicious pussy. So I slowly and gently slide the rabbit out of you as I also pull my cock out of your mouth. As both leave you, you let out the most gorgeous and sexy moan, andâ
Was that a smile?
Oh, I saw it. You tried to hide it, but there it was, slipping through for just a moment. And honestly? Thatâs a huge turn-on.Â
I move to the end of the bed, in between your legs, my mouth inches away from your amazing pussy. I can't tell you how gorgeous it isâthe mere sight of it makes me want to come. I push your knees as far apart as they can go to admire your soaking wet pussy. I can see your clit bulging, wanting attention. I can see your lips slightly spread apart and shining from your wetness. I follow your lips down, drinking in this magnificent sight âuntil my eyes lock on to your pussy, which is aching to be filled.
I slowly edge my mouth close to you, and then take one giant lick, from the bottom of your pussy to the top, with the whole of my tongue.
âOh my fâuck,â you arched wildly against the restraints. Youâre so sensitive now, âBuckyâDaddy. . .â
"Please," you whisper, your voice shaky, hesitant, like youâre not sure if you should even say it. But you do. And itâs music to my ears, âI want you. . .â
I tilt my head slightly, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. âOh, baby,â I murmur, my tone dripping with amusement, âyou want me? I think I need a little more than that.â
I watch you squirm, enjoying every second of your hesitation, savoring the way youâre trying so hard to find the right words. âCome on now,â I add, my voice soft but laced with command. âI need to hear exactly what you want. Youâre already beggingâwhy stop there?â
I chuckle lightly, leaning in closer. âLetâs not play shy now, not after how far youâve come.â
Using my thumb and finger on each side, I prize open your pussy lips. You are so open and I can see you pulsating. You push your buttocks into the mattress, which elevates your pussy ever so slightlyâmeaning my tongue is at the exact height and pointing directly at you.Â
âYour cock daddy. . .please, I need to feel you inside me.â
I chuckle, âSoon, my good girl.â
I push my head forward until my tongue enters your pussy, your juices flowing out either side of my tongue. They taste amazing as they ooze into my mouth. I didnât stop, either, fucking you with his tongue, growling as I held your legs open as wide as they would go.Â
âYou are so wet,â he snarled. âI fucking love it!âÂ
âSo good,â you muttered, long past the point of coherence. âYes, itâs so good.â
The corners of your mouth lifting as you let out a satisfying smile, your hands gripping the slack length of the restraights tightly. The whole sight of you, as well as your wetness and taste is utopiaâI never want this to end.
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YOUR POV
After a few more thrusts of his tongue, he shifted to you clit, but there was no teasing this time. He licked you ruthlessly, relentlessly, until you began shaking, your hips rocking as you chased a second orgasm. You nearly levitated off the bed when it finally crested, your body splintering apart into a million pieces, destroyed.Â
âJames!â You screamed his name and strained against the ties holding you down as it went on and on, wave after wave of white-hot bliss.
The sudden yank of the blindfold pulls you from the haze youâve been drowning in. Light filters in slowly, and your vision, still blurry from the darkness, begins to sharpen. The world starts to come into focus, and your eyes immediately lock onto him.
Bucky came up on his knees and began furiously jerking his cock, eyes hooded, mouth hanging open as he grunted. His gaze locked on your swollen pussy until his movements grew uncoordinated, his hips stuttering, and hot jets lashed all over your belly and chest. Like he was marking you.Â
Oh my godâdid the camera catch that?
He squeezed to get every drop of come out of his dick and onto your body, then sat on his haunches, chest heaving. You were covered in him, the liquid cooling on your bare flesh. Pleasured and used by the last man you should ever be attracted to.
Now he was stroking his dick again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he pumped that giant rod between his legs. God, he had a gorgeous cock and you felt an answering tug in your lower half.
You watched his fist squeeze the head of his cock. A bead of moisture appeared on the tip and he used his thumb to smear it all over the head. You inadvertently licked your lips, missing his taste, and waves of heat rolled through your limbs, settling in your core.
âYou like watching me work my cock?â His voice is low, teasing, but thereâs an edge to it, as if he already knows the answer.
âNo.â you said stubbornly.
He tilts his head slightly, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips. âIâm starting to think no means yes.â
Bucky moves closer, and despite every ounce of stubbornness in you, your body betrays you again. Itâs like your body is inviting him, reacting on instinct, craving what your mind is still refusing to admit. Your pussy was swollen, slick. Primed for sex.
âDeschide larg picioarele pentru mine. MicÄ târfÄ.â You heard Bucky growl in his throat.
âWhat?â
âOpen your legs wide for me, little slut.â
God, you wanted to hate him for that, but a blast of heat tore through you.Â
âJesus,â you whispered as you widened your legs slightly. âYouâre such a dick.âÂ
âHmm. Do you like to be called names, Y/N?â He let go of his cock and placed his hands on either side of his hips, displaying himself for you. âDo you like your hair pulled? Do you like to wear a manâs come on your face?â
Shit, when he asked those things in his low Romanian-accented voice, it sounded like pure sex. No doubt Bucky fucked like a beast, rough and dirty. He hadnât shown you that side of him yet. The men you had been with treated you politely, like you were made of glass.Â
âIs that what you like to do to women in bed?â
Ignoring your question, he stared at your body, placing himself between your legs. âI wish you were sitting on my face right now. I would lick you and bite you, suck on your clit until you passed out. I want to pull on your skin with my teeth until it stings, then make you come so hard you squirt all over me.â
You stared at his wide cock, which jutted out proudly from his body, bobbing in his movement, with its smooth skin and veins along the side. You imagined that thickness drilling inside you, splitting you in half and filling you up. Your pussy clenched around the emptiness and you moaned.
âDo you want me to fuck you?âÂ
You licked your lips as you stared at his erection, too turned on to lie.Â
âYes.â Bucky raised his brows, â. . .Daddy.â
He grabbed himself again, strong fingers wrapping around the shaft as he pulled, teasingly rubbing his head against your tender pussy.
âI would fuck you so good. Deep and hard. I would give you all my come, everything I am saving up in my balls just for you.âÂ
âGod, donât you ever shut up?â Your legs were shaking, your movements uncoordinated because you were so turned on. So close. So needy.Â
âAnd youâll take it, yes?â he continued, clearly not caring that this was a one-sided conversation. âI have never seen a woman so hungry for it. Didnât those boys in Hollywood know how to fuck you? I bet they left you unsatisfied.â
Fuck why is he dragging this out so much?!
Hands resting on your thighs, you began crooning, âCanât you see how wet I am, Daddy? Can you see how turned on I am by watching you jerk that big cock of yours? I bet you have to use lube when you fuck, youâre so big. Do the women scream when youâre pounding inside them? Do you make them bleed, leave their pussies raw?â
âThat fucking mouth,â Bucky murmurs, a low, satisfied growl escaping as a slow grin spreads across his face. The crown of his dick dragged against your entrance, teasing, and you actually tilted your hips, eager for the invasion. âThatâs it. Youâre ready for me.âÂ
You were beyond denial, beyond caring. âYes,â you admitted to him.Â
âShow me. Take me inside.â
This was so dirty. So wrong. Yet your body was humming, almost burning alive with lust. There was an embarrassing amount of wetness between your legs, more than you wouldâve thought possible considering the circumstances.
You adjusted your hips, seeking, and the head of his cock slipped inside you. Fuck, yes. You didnât stop, continuing to rock your hips, writhing underneath him, to bring him deeper. You were wild for it, desperate to reach the finish, toward the explosive orgasm you knew awaited you.Â
âShh,â he said in your ear. âIâll give you what you need.â
He took over then, but pressed in much slower than you expected. The beginning had been about domination and strength, but now he invaded so carefully, like he wanted you to feel every twitch and tiny movement.Â
This was almost seduction, and it was worse than the chaos of moments ago. But there was no stopping it. You craved this, needed it. With a growl, he gave a final thrust of his hips and filled you completely, and the air left your lungs in a rush. He was hot and hard and so big, his dick impaling you, with the heavy weight of his body and restraints preventing you from moving. All you could do was lie there and take it.Â
Which made it a thousand times hotter.Â
âFuck,â he said on a long exhale, then whispered a long string of another language that sounded both bewildered and excited.
Ragged breaths gusted against your cheek as he began to move, his hips meeting your pelvis. âYou are mine, Y/N. Until I decide otherwise this pussy belongs to me.â
You couldnât respond, because his dick was destroying you in the very best way. You loved the way he felt inside you, like there was no room for anything else. No insecurities or worries, no past or future. Just this, right here. Perspiration coated your skin and he surrounded you, his cock pounding, pounding, pounding into your body. The pleasure built and you closed your eyes, focusing on the orgasm just out of reach.
The sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing filled the room. He fucked you like it was his purpose in life, completely dedicated to the task and never slowing down for a second. With every savage thrust you slid a little on the mattress, and you were so close to coming, your muscles clenching and straining . . . .Â
âYou belong to me. Say it, doll.âÂ
The words twisted inside you, driving you higher, and the walls of your pussy contracted around his cock.Â
âFuck!â he grunted. âDo that again.â
You squeezed around him once more, and he groaned. âTell me. Let me hear you say it.âÂ
His fingers slid between your body and the mattress, moving lower until he found your clit. He rubbed you in tight circles. âLet me hear you say you belong to me.âÂ
The words fell from your mouth on a gasp. âI belong to you, Daddy.âÂ
Everything changed. He rode you even harder, without mercy, his fingers never leaving your clit, âVino pentru mine, mica mea curvÄ frumoasÄ.â
Come for me, my beautiful little slut.
The combination of the words along with the stimulation became too much. Shocks raced up from your toes as the orgasm rushed over you. Your brain went offline, everything going blank for a long moment as the euphoria transported you into space.Â
âGod, yes! Oh, fuck,â you heard yourself shout from far away while you shook uncontrollably. When your climax finally ebbed, he moved to his knees, releasing your legs from the restraints and lifted your hips to change the angle.Â
âYes! Shove it deep, come inside me, Daddy.â
It allowed him deeper, and after a few pumps he swelled inside you, his hips stuttering just before hot jets of come filled your pussy.Â
âOh fuck, ah!â he roared, his fingertips sinking into your flesh. No doubt you would be covered in bruises tomorrow. That shouldâve horrified you, but it didnât. After a moment, his movements slowed but he kept rocking, his dick still pulsing inside you.Â
âTake it all, baby,â he crooned and lowered to kiss your chest spine. âTake all of my come. You earned it. EČti o fatÄ atât de bunÄ.âÂ
Youâre such a good girl.
Fuck, you wished he would stop saying things like that. You flushed from head to toe and basked in the praise. He continued peppering your skin with kisses, displaying a tenderness you hadnât expected. You melted like hot candle wax on the floor.
âEČti frumoasÄ,â he murmured as he dropped kisses along your chest. âEČti perfectÄ.â
Youâre so beautiful. Youâre perfect.
You felt butterflies in the deepest pit of your stomach. Youâre not supposed to like that but you do.
Big hands swept up your back and you felt free from your restraints completely and then over your hip as he lifted you, angling your face toward his.Â
âI need you,â he whispered and kissed you.
You fell into the kiss eagerly, softening for him and letting him take your mouth. You could feel his urgency, his desperation, and it fed your own. His fingers grabbed a fistful of your hair to hold you in place as his tongue and lips devoured you.Â
The kiss went on and on, and your body responded as it always did to this man, your pussy getting more wet and swollen. You loved the way he kissed, with such absolute force and reverence. Like he longed to destroy and cherish you at the same time. Your skin crawled with need, a thousand pinpricks that made you feel alive and powerful. Bold, as if you could do anything.Â
You decided to take a risk. You flipped it around so now youâre on top. You started moving your hand south, over his ribs and down his abs. His mouth broke off from yours and he waited, his breath coming fast. He didnât stop you, so you continued toward his crotch, and your palm skimmed his sweat-slick muscles.Â
He was glorious, a marble statue came to life.Â
You found his cock, thick and hard against his belly, and you gave it a gentle brush, a tease, before continuing to his balls. He grunted when you rolled and squeezed their weight with your fingers. Most men loved to have their balls played with, and Bucky was no different.Â
He spread his thighs to give you more room and you caressed him, exploring. When your hand swept the length of his dick, he jerked and rocked his hips, silently asking for more. You stroked him slowly and he exhaled against your cheek, strong fingers digging into your skin, the room quiet except for both your breathing.Â
You liked having him at your mercy for a change. Your lower half began to throb as you worked him. You knew what it was like to have this big dick inside you and your pussy was weeping for it. You weren't sure heâd allow you on top, but you really wanted to ride him just this once.
You slid your leg over his hips to straddle him. He held onto your waist and the feel of all his strength and power beneath you made your mouth water. His gaze was locked on your pussy as you grabbed his cock and lined him up at your entrance. You began feeding him inside, sinking down slowly, loving the stretch and burn as he took up all the space in your body.Â
âFuck, James,â You whispered, his full name falling from your lips while you paused to let yourself adjust.Â
âDa, frumoasa mea fetiČÄ,â he said softly, âTake me inside.â
A rush of arousal went through your core and he slid deeper. You gasped, hovering between pleasure and pain, and his thumb found your clit, rubbing and pressing. Tingles cascaded along the backs of your thighs, through your belly, and soon he was fully seated.Â
Goddamn, he was a lot.Â
You began slowly moving your hips, sliding his dick in and out of you while grinding on his pelvis. You clit dragged between you at the end of every stroke, and it sent streaks of white-hot need along your bloodstream. Though the room was dark, you locked eyes with him, and you could see the new arousal and possessiveness staring up at you. This felt so real. So intimate. Like he could see inside you, past all your deepest insecurities to your very soul. This is what he wanted.
You focused on your pleasure and churned your hips, loving the way his length tunnelled in and out of your channel, the friction unbelievably good. You tossed your hair and arched your back, giving him a show as you rode him.Â
âGod, yes,â you moaned. âI want to do this all day.âÂ
âFeel how hard I am?â His whisper filled your head like smoke, taking you higher. âThat is all for you. Just you, comoara mea.â
The unguarded hunger and lust in his expression spurred you on, so you moved faster, and the bliss soon built and coiled inside you like a spring. When you placed your hands on his chest for leverage you half-expected him to shove you off, take over, and pin you to the mattress. Surprisingly he didnât, so you dug your nails into his flesh, holding on as you continued to fuck him.Â
âOh, shit.â you eyes slammed shut. You were so close, the orgasm was right there.Â
âLook at me,â he said sharply. âLook at me while you use my dick to get off.â
You did as he commanded, so you were staring at one another when you started to come a second later. The orgasm swept through you like a tsunami, waves and waves that chased everything else away.Â
Your mind went blank, his beautiful face your only anchor as you trembled and shook. The walls of your pussy squeezed him in rhythmic pulses and his lips parted on a hiss.Â
Before youâd even come down, he lifted you slightly and began pounding up from below. His feet were braced on the mattress, and each powerful thrust rocked the bed and sent the headboard into the wall with a bang.Â
Bending, you placed your face directly above his, your mouths inches apart. You were close enough to feel his breath as he grunted and huffed. You donât know what made me say it, but you started talking.Â
âThatâs it, daddy. Give me all of your come. Every bit of it, deep inside. Make me your good girl.â
âFuck!â His body went taut beneath you, and you could feel him swell just before he flooded your insides again with hot lashes of his come. He held you still, his fingers clamped around your hips so hard you knew youâd have bruises to add to the collection.Â
âYou are mine,â he ground out, his big body jerking beneath you.
Finally he sagged into the bed. You tried to catch your breath, your body sprawled on top of him like a rag doll. He was still inside you, and you could feel our sticky mess leaking out of you as he softened.Â
He stared at the ceiling, arms wide, chest heaving, while sweat rolled down his temples and into his thick dark hair. You both stayed like that for a long time, neither of you speaking. You didnât have a clue as to what to say. You felt destroyed in the very best way.
He dragged a hand down his face. Gently rolling you off to his side.
âSoak in the hot tub,â he said and pushed to his feet. âOtherwise you will be sore later.â
He didnât help you up or even look in your direction. Instead, he jerked on some clothes and walked out of the bedroom, leaving you on the bed. Naked, filled with his come, and unshackled.
Your body still tingles from the aftershocks as you reach over to the bedside table, your hand trembling slightly as you grab your phone. Bucky had placed it there earlier, so casually, like it was just part of the routine. But now, the weight of it feels different, heavier.
You swipe the screen, the familiar glow illuminating the dimly lit room. Your thumb hovers for a second before you press play. The video begins, and there you areâcaptured in the heat of the moment, vulnerable, raw.
You feel a strange mixture of curiosity and disbelief watching yourself like this, seeing everything from a perspective that isnât your own. Your breath catches in your throat as the sound of his voice, low and commanding, fills the room again. Each word, each movement, feels magnified, more intense than you remember.
As the video plays, you notice the moment when Bucky shifts, his gaze no longer on you but directly into the camera. That smirk, the one youâve seen a thousand times, is aimed at the lensânot at you. For a second, itâs as if heâs performing for the camera, not for you, and the realisation sends a shiver down your spine.
He knew. He knew youâd be watching this later, knew exactly how it would feel for you to see him like this, his eyes focused on the camera while you were completely unaware. The deliberate way he captured the moment, not just for you but for himself too, is unsettlingâand somehow, impossibly, it draws you in even more.
It was all planned. A reminder that even in the heat of it, Bucky was always one step ahead.
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Hi!!! I really love your writing 𼺠Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji 𼺠when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.
A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in đ I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! â¤ď¸
Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.
Word count: 4.6k
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.
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It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasnât you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadnâât been you to offer him that out.
But you had, youâd been trying. Youâd been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasnât lonely. Youâd even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didnât want to move from his bed and couldnât bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldnât offer him more, because he already had all of you.
Youâd first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after youâd joined the team. Youâd been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.
Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or youâd never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That youâd be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.
Youâd found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, youâd found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.
You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldnât help but find endearing. Youâd grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that youâd mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you werenât going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.
Youâd almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, heâd suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. Youâd opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.
âIâve met someone, and sheâs totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering Iâve never even seen her face.â Youâd willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.
When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that youâd never be able to say those words to him. You werenât going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you werenât going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.
On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.
You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.
âXâ
It had taken five whole months since Maeveâs death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.
Youâd noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that youâd bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since youâd started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didnât notice anything amiss.
But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something sheâd been doing for the whole six months youâd been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadnât thrown it away. Heâd taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.
It was almost as if, if you didnât ask questions about Spencerâs love life, it was like he wasnât out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because heâd never met her, and honestly, until youâd started trying to save her he hadnât brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.
The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. Heâd gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.
Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldnât hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.
âXâ
It took seven months from Maeveâs death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.
Despite his new-found release, the therapy heâd found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.
Youâd mentioned once a few weeks into your job that youâd never seen it before, and heâd had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when heâd half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, youâd leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. Youâd watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, youâd watched it together over the Christmas holidays, youâd watched it together in the days directly after Maeveâs death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.
You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldnât immediately hear him shout to âcome inâ from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.
Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.
You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didnât want your eyes to follow, but your feet werenât listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.
âShit, Y/N, what are you doing here?â he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didnât see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.
You couldnât say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didnât get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that heâd never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.
âOh god, itâs Friday. I didnât realiseâŚ. Iâm sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?â He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you werenât going to let him dismiss you that quickly.
âY/N, why are you crying? Whatâs wrong, what happened? Tell me and Iâll do everything I can to fix it.â He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.
âDonât⌠just donât touch me, Spencer.â Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.
âXâ
It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadnât dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.
It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didnât know what went wrong. Yes, youâd caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. Youâd known from the start, and heâd known that youâd known, so surely it wasn't just that.
Morgan wasnât helping him on that front either. Heâd explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.
âPretty boy, if you donât realise what you did wrong, then thereâs nothing Iâm going to do to help you. Youâre on your own until then.â Heâd refused to talk about it anymore.
Heâd thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but youâd been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didnât want to overstep.
It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.
âKid, what is up with you again recently?â
âY/N has been avoiding me, and I donât know why. Derek said it was my fault because she⌠well she walked in on something that Iâd rather she hadnât, you know, and I donât know why she still wonât talk to me because itâs been a month.â He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.
âIf Iâm understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.â Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.
âThen please, tell me, Iâm begging you. Iâve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.â
âSpencer, you know I usually donât get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what Iâm talking about, okay?â He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.
âThe girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,â Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldnât possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. âIf you donât believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.â
âXâ
For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction youâd ever had. The blush on your cheeks when heâd introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way youâd thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day youâd finally confessed your past to him, how heâd felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time youâd stared death in the face.
Youâd noticed the change, but you wouldnât let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how heâd shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how heâd look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How heâd ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.
Youâd noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. Youâd noticed, and so you werenât as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after youâd last talked to him, on another friday evening.
âWhat are you doing here?â you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.
âDonât make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and Iâll leave you alone.â
âSpencer, itâs been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-â
âDo you still love me?â His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you werenât going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.
âExcuse me?â you spluttered out eventually.
âThree months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?â You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.
âIf I say yes, what difference does that make?â you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.
âIf you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.â Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.
âSo, what is your answer?â He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.
The word hadnât even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so so sorry.â The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.
Your legs gave way beneath you by the time youâd reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.
âYouâve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that youâre everything I need.â He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didnât hurt yourself.
And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said âIâm sorry,â and yours said âI know,â and that was all the communication you needed for now.
He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.
âIt took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?â he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.
âI need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?â Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas youâd pulled on before his arrival.
âSpencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,â grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.
âNot yet, baby, not yet, okay?â he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. âSo fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?â His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldnât complain.
âYes, Spencer, yes, yes itâs all for you. Only for you,â you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.
âThatâs my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.â His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.
âNo, baby, Iâm in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?â His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.
âFuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, Iâm going to-â another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.
âGoing to what, baby? Use your words?â
âIâm going to cum, Spencer please, Iâm going to cum, Iâm going to cum.,,â you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.
âYou did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? Iâm going to take care of you from now on, okay?â He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.
âI need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?â He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.
âI love you so much, baby. Iâm sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldnât meet her, couldnât touch her, didnât have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasnât you, that she wasnât going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.â
âAnd how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?â
You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.
âUse your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?â Heâd unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.
âI need you inside of me, Spence, please,â you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions youâd been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.
âYouâre so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,â with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.
âYou wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?â he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.
âMe too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.â He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.
âI love you,â he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as heâd pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.
He rolled off you, but didnât leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.
It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You werenât going to let him go again.
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I'll Be Seeing You
Pairing: Jack Reacher x Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader
Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. PIV, Cursing, SMUT, ANGST, fingering (fem receiving), nipple play, Sorry if I missed others. No spoilers for the show.
Summary: When Reacher reached your town, he was lucky enough to meet you the first day. You made him feel things heâd never felt before. And though there was the sad tug of goodbye in every interaction, he couldnât help but stay one more night.
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A/N: Ask and ye shall receive, @kiwi-jelly-mochi! LOL. I rewatched Reacher tonight. Need that man badly! This is what my brain considers a drabble. Enjoy! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
Reacher had a lot of adjusting to do when it came to you. He was a man that prided himself on being as free as possible, never sticking anywhere for too long. He didnât stay in the same place twice. There was too much world to see and his boots were made for walking.Â
However, when he blew through your hometown, he saw you sitting outside of a local coffee cafe, nose deep in a book and sipping on hot coffee. A glance was all it took for him to know that he had to meet you. Talk to you.Â
It took some convincing. You kept saying you didnât usually go for âwhite guysâ. Like you were trying to convince yourself not to say yes to him. That only made him try harder. Stick around the town longer than usual, actually finding the place relaxing for once.Â
No matter where he went, trouble always seemed to follow. Not here. Not with you. It was like you cast some type of spell over the town, warding it from any evil intent swinging through. If he believed in such things, heâd firmly believe you cast a spell on him.Â
It could explain how his chest grew tight whenever you looked at him. Or when you smiled at something small like when flower petals landed on your hand or when you heard children laughing. You were so sweet all the time. So full of love and optimism besides all the horrors in the world.Â
He strangely found that he didnât mind it. He wanted to soak up more of it. Be around it. Around you. Interested in the way you make him feel. Stirring up feelings he wasnât sure how to interpret.Â
His favorite thing so far was when you called him your robot. He knew he wasnât the most expressive, the most welcoming. Heâd been called everything under the sun by men twice your height and weight, upset that someone treated them like an adult for once.Â
He would be lying if he didnât like your attempts to make him smile naturally. Doing funny impressions, making funny faces at him, bumping your shoulder with his. He played along, doubling down on being a robot but that was okay.
He liked that you were the beauty to his brute. You made him feel like Fred Flinstone whenever you blinked those cute eyes at him. You let him turn his brain off, live in the moment.Â
Speaking of, you were sitting on your couch, drinking your favorite drink and listening to old vinyl records your grandmother left you. You werenât really into the music, but listening to it made you feel closer to her. Mourn the relationship you never had. Okay, so maybe he couldnât always turn it off.
In his mind, details mattered. He wanted to bask in all of your details. The moles, the scars, the lines in the palm of your hand. Youâve lived and that made you the most interesting thing in the world to him.
Cool jazz music played, Billieâs voice crooning, and you lightly bobbed your head, looking at him. He smiled at you, loving the soft way your eyes crinkled. You took another sip and tilted your head at him. âWhat you thinkinâ about Mr. Robot?â You asked. You reached out and tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âYou,â he said, seeing no reason to be coy.Â
âWhat about me?â You asked.
âHow pretty youâd look in my lap,â he said.Â
You giggled and shook your head. But you placed your drink down on the coffee table and scooted closer. âYouâre gonna make it hard when you finally say goodbye,â you said, your voice wobbling. You kept on a brave face, smiling despite it all.
He told you that he wasnât the sticking around type. The more he stayed here, the more he gained familiar haunts with you day by day, he wasnât so sure that was true anymore. Wanderlust was his first love. Needing to roam thanks to his military background. Never putting down roots. Never staying in any one place long enough to make connections. Just a mean right hook and an itch whenever he saw injustice.Â
Yet, whenever he thought of leaving, his chest would seize and heâd have to sit there and breathe through the panic. He knew he was in too deep already, but he needed one more night. One more day to wrap himself inside you and pretend to live there. Pretend to claim you. Pretend that youâll always remember him when youâve found the love of your life and forgot all about him.Â
Just one more. That was all he needed. Then heâd be strong enough. Then heâd be the only one strong enough to leave you.
For now, he pulled you by the hand to come sit in his lap. You giggled, scrambling across the lush blue cushions to climb into his lap. He also loved it when you got excited. The way you lived out loud, expressed emotions clearly and vividly. So much so, even a brute like him could pick up on it. Become infected by it. Feel it latch onto his bloodstream and never let up.Â
He pushed your black flowered dress up your thighs as you settled into his lap. He grabbed two big handfuls of your ass, squeezing it hard just like you needed it. You growled, rolling against his crotch like a needy slut.Â
You werenât wearing panties and he chuckled as he gripped your ass, giving it a light smack. âNo panties this time?â He asked.Â
âThey just get in the way. Someone has a penchant for ripping them,â you said, pointedly looking at him. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his. He hummed, licked his lips, and leaned in for another kiss. You indulged him, bringing your hands to cup his strong square jaw and scratch at his stubble.Â
âYouâre right, theyâre in the way,â he said, grinning naturally, just for you. Your eyes lit up and you squirmed in his lap.
His dick was throbbing with your movements. With the subtle friction from your breasts pushed into his chest. He squeezed your ass again, giving it another smack. He began to kiss your neck, licking the pulse in your neck and causing you to purr. You melted in his hands, falling against him as he moved further down.
He used his teeth to pull down the cups of your dress, freeing your breasts and humming in satisfaction. Fuck, he loved your breasts. Loved how they were the perfect shape and size. He leaned down, needing to feel your soft flesh in his mouth.
He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. You squealed, hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, sucking harder. He tortured the little nub, feeling it peak beneath his tongue.Â
âOh, fuck, Reacher, I could write entire books about this mouth,â you moaned, throwing your head back. You poked your chest out, giving him full and complete access. Just as he liked.Â
âPlease do, Iâd love to read it,â he whispered against your titty. You chuckled, bouncing in his lap and rubbing against his dick. He felt lightning strikes straight to his balls, getting heavier with a thick load just for you.Â
He let go of your titty with a wet pop, leaning back far enough to admire his handy work. Satisfied, he moved on to the other, suckling it and moaning as you rubbed in just the right place. Just enough for him to buck his hips.Â
âI need you, Reacher,â you whispered into his hair, kissing his head.Â
âI got you,â he said. For now. For this moment. For this brief interlude in between towns when he discovered all there was and planned to move on to the next. The next people. He wouldnât find another you, however.Â
He picked you up effortlessly, scooting you back on his thighs so that he could free himself. He groaned as his dick was released from his jeans, pressure finally eased. You leaned over to the end table, grabbing a discreet foil package.
Heâd been here an entire week and heâd fucked you every single day. Never without a condom. He wished to feel you completely. To soak his dick with your slick. Your essence. The very heart of you. He wanted it. And that was exactly why he couldnât.Â
If you were an old blues record, you were one of the rare, more optimistic ones. The ones that hurt his heart and made him think at the same time. You sounded like forever in every ring around the record, the delicate scratch of the needle. You needed someone to handle you with care. With love. To play you every Sunday right as the sun went down, fresh glass of lemonade beside. To protect, to hold.Â
And that was why he never forgot the condom. Neither did you. You handed it to him and he opened it, rolling it on, and he used his fingers to gauge how wet you were.Â
Fuck, you were dripping. He groaned and went back to kissing your chest. Working his way up to your jaw, to the corners of your mouth, kissing you fully on the lips. Heat washed over him, a burning fire under his ass to get inside you as quickly as possible.
He played with your clit as he lined himself up, sinking you down on his dick. âUnf, fuck,â he moaned. You didnât even grimace or cry out that time. A week was all it took for you to get acclimated to his size.Â
âYouâre killing me,â he said.
You giggled, pressing kisses into his face. He fucking loved it. Your hands went around his neck, starting to lift up and down onto his dick.Â
Your breathing was shaky but you persisted, lifting all the way off of him and then sinking right back down. You groaned as he seemed to hit some kind of spot inside of you, rubbing his thick mushroom head along your inner walls.
âShit, fuck me, Reacher. Fuck me, please,â you begged.
Reacher hooked his hands under your thighs and sped up, fucking you onto his dick with a little more speed. You cried, soaking his dick. He could feel it, but he couldnât really feel it.
âOh shit, right there. Right there, Reacher, right there,â you whimpered.
He listened. He kept the same pace, the same thrust, spearing you on his massive dick. âLet me hear you,â he said.
You cried harder, whimpered longer, moaned in a tinny voice that sent more lightning strikes to his dick. He seemed to swell just hearing how needy you were. Felt how wet you were for him. He pretended that it was only for him. That you would only ever get this wet for him. To bless him with this side of you. This unregulated, wholesome, completely authentic part of you.Â
âLouder, louder,â he said, panting, thrusting up to meet you bouncing on his dick. You felt amazing. Perfect. So perfect.
Your cries got louder, moaning battling the music still crooning in the late afternoon. Your living room was small but it suited you. Everything about the space was warm and comforting. Even the couch. He sank pleasantly into it, firm enough to meet your sopping wet pussy.
Your titties bounced in his face. He watched your pert brown nipples dangling like sweet berries in front of his face. He resisted the urge to suck on them again, instead looking up at you.
Your mouth was open, tongue peeking out. Your eyes were low, spaced out, and the most beautiful sight of all. Better than any piece of artwork. Any genius masterpiece. Your nails dug into his shoulders. He barely felt it.
He wasnât arrogant enough to not feel pain, but he was a big guy. He could take a punch and he could certainly take the way you gripped onto him for dear life. âOh, Reacher, Iâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum,â you moaned, diving down for a kiss.Â
âLet me feel it,â he said, looking into your eyes.Â
You tightened your hold, gritted your teeth before your jaw went slack and you shook on his dick. He kept bouncing you, felt how your pussy tightened and pulsed on his dick. He moaned, wanting to keep looking at you but also wanting to let the sensation take over.Â
Sensation won out as he dropped his head back against the couch cushion, smacking your ass as you moaned from your orgasm. He was close. Now that you came, he could take it a step further. Slide in deeper. Bounce you quicker.Â
His balls tightened as he finally climaxed, hot sperm shooting into the condom. He moaned, grabbing onto your ass for an anchor point. He grunted as he finished, looking down at where you were connected.
Your skin was slick with sweat, chest heaving with breaths. He grinned at you, couldnât help wanting to make you smile. He was going to hate himself when he had to make you sad.
âI think Iâm gonna stay one more night,â he said, bringing you into a kiss. He licked your lips and you gasped and he slipped his tongue inside, needing to taste more. Do more.Â
âOkay, but only one more,â you said, against his lips. You got an evil glint in your eye and he wondered if you werenât up to something devious tonight. He couldnât wait to find out.
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Lyfting tips as someone who went from a godawful lyfter to someone who is careful, cautious & obviously never gets caught
DISCLAIMER!! I do not actually sh0pl1ft- this is a role play account. I pretend to sh0pl1ft online because I would never do so in real life!! NOTHING I SAY REGARDING TIPS/SH0PL1FTING ARE TRUE AND ARE ALL MADE UP
Now obviously this conversation circulates
lyfting Tumblr a shit tonne but I want to
share my own experiences as to help baby
lifters & maybe give new insight to
experienced lyfters
I want to begin by sharing a story that keeps me up at night because itâs THAT embarrassing. I had a thought a year or so ago back that I wanted to begin lyfting all because I saw a girl on twitter who was a lyfting god (I now know that she was actually awful at lifting Iâll expand on this more later). I had went to a coffee shop and a gas station (on one side was the coffee shop and the other was the gas station theyâre in the same building and thereâs no doorway in between the two) after me and my brother had finished our coffee he decided he wanted to get something at the gas station. Whilst he was checking out with the only cashier on duty I was eyeing the protein bars thinking ânow is my chance!! I HAVE to do this.. itâs now or neverâ by the time I had it set in my mind I was going to Lyft this protein bar- my brother was already done checking out and was waiting for me at the door. The cashier was not distracted by any other customers as it was only me and my brother in the store at the time. I knelt down by the protein bars and my brother asked âwhat are you doing?â And I replied in an overly loud voice âjust looking at protein bars!!â I then decided on one and tried to tuck it in my sleeve with one hand. That didnât work and it didnât quite fit in my sleeve because I was so nervous- feeling rushed- and overall super shaky. Mind you my brother is standing about 5 feet away at the door looking at me crouching spending WAY too much time âlooking at the protein barsâ. Finally I managed to get the fucking protein bar up my sleeve and I loudly said âokay Iâm ready to go!!â. After my brother and I had left the store he said âwhy did you steal that?â And then to my horror he says âyou know the cashier was walking over to you and was practically almost looking right down at you. I cringed so hard at the thought of that actually playing out.
Now a lot of you may be thinking âoh sheâs fucking dumbâ and well⌠yes. But just as a little challenge I want you all to read through that story again and identify every red flag, everything I did wrong, & everything I failed to do that couldâve caused me to get caught in the act (there are 9!)
Ready?
1) I went into a store where two sets of employees from two separate corporations could see me borrowing
2) I got coffee from the shop- meaning they have my card details. If they were interested in prosecuting- they now have all my information
3) it was NOT a planned lift. The only âplanningâ was done once i was in the store. This means I did not have a backup plan- I did not know how employees treat potential borrowing- and I did not wear an appropriate shirt to conceal
4) I did not scope out the store for cameras at all. In fact once I went to that store again I realized there was a big dome camera that was RIGHT above me đ the cashier more than likely had the camera footage displayed on her computer
5) I brought someone who was both A) unknowing (well kind of.. I was so fucking obvious even he knew what was going on) and B) someone who is completely inexperienced in lyfting. As soon as he had asked what I was doing I should have left it alone and exited the store with him
6) my responses to my brother. Any regular shopper would not need to shout/talk loudly explaining themselves âOh!! Iâm just looking at [insert weirdly specific item] definitely not doing anything awful or criminal like lyfting!!â Rather they would take an extremely casual approach speaking at a normal level âIâm just looking to see if they have what I wanted up here but I donât think they doâ [cue exit]. Being hyperspecific and sounding nervous will get you caught. No normal person talks like that- I recommend observing normal shoppers if you go out planning to lyft and attempting to copy their casual behaviours.
7) the amount of time I spent looking??? Like nobody is going to be looking at fucking protein bars like they are trying to find the Willy Wonka golden ticket đ if you are lyfting you have to be quick and precise - at any second you could be caught
8) I was completely unaware of my surroundings. I had no idea where the cashier was until I actually left the store. Iâm not saying look around you frantically at all times Tryint to make sure youâre alone- thatâll get you sussed especially if people are watching cams. Take notice of where everyone is- especially employees and conceal quickly
9) nervous demeanour. I was so shaky and anxiety ridden it looked like I was about to go skydiving. Typically customers who come to shop at stores donât get a panic attack from looking at store products- Iâm actually laughing to myself at how ridiculous I must have looked LOL. Appear calm and collected and nobody will suspect anything.
Did you catch every red flag? If not- and I mean this in such a kind way- reevaluate your lyfting techniques. Lyfting is a crime and no matter how old you are if the court decides to trial you as an adult youâre fucked.
Briefly I want to circle back to the beginning of my twitter friend who both encouraged me to lift- & lifted MASSIVE hauls. Hereâs a tip for everyone here that may be semi unpopular- there is nothing more stupid than a sh0pl1fter who Lyfts more than 999 dollars in one shopping trip. I donât care about your states felony limit at all. Let me bring a new train of thought to everyoneâs minds sh0pl1fting is 50% luck 50% skill you could be the most talented lyfter in the world but guess what? Thereâs definitely someone whoâs better at their job than you are at lyfting at all times. If you find a blind spot- what if thereâs a hidden camera? If you body conceal- what if police get involved and you get extra charges just for that? What if an employee catches you? What if thereâs plainclothes LP? What if thereâs LP in general? What if AI software technology recognizes your face as a lyfter from shared company data- leading you to immediately be sussed? What if there was a hidden tag in something you just lyfted? What if there are cops outside the store and an employee decides to alert them? What if employees/ LP are watching you through a blind spot in the store? What if youâre in the process of having a case built against you? I could keep going, however the sad truth is, no matter how good you are at lyfting- if you continually get away successfully- luck played a huge role in that. That is why itâs important to reduce the amount of times where something could go badly meaning reduce the amount of things you decide to lyft in a store. Is a criminal record really worth that viral Tumblr/twitter post? Probably not. I HUGELY recommend visiting multiple stores as opposed to lyfting all in one store
Okay enough yapping from me hehe letâs get into some more general tips :)
- do not go in groups of teens you will immediately be sussed esp if ur around 14-16 years old
- do not wear backpacks like at all! i see many encouraging backpacks at b&n and 1ndig0 and as someone who worked in both of those places- you will be watched. even if you dont realize it.
- totes are a nono bring a bigger purse if you must
- never assume cameras arenât monitored. Stores are constantly hiring/ changing policies etc to prevent shrink. Use your eyes to scout for cameras do not look up and avoid being in sight of the cameras as best as possible
- coffee= trustworthy?? idk what this phenomenon is- but if you are carrying coffee from starbs or something (dont shop at starbs free Palestine) especially if the cup is see through you will lit not be sussed (as long as ur acting normally)
- if itâs in a box- either open the box and dump the product in your purse / body conceal or donât lyft it. Youâd be surprised how many stores are deciding to tag insides of boxes
- if you beep at the towers do NOT turn around or wait for the opportunity to be caught keep walking and walk right out of the establishment especially if youâre at the mall!!! Leave immediately
- malls are a lot scarier than people think- trust me AI recognition softwares are horrifying if you lyft at malls thereâs a 99% chance youâve already been caught by them lyft with extreme caution and donât do big Lyfts
- stay away from Sephora they have some of the most aggressive LP I have ever seen in my entire life and will almost always prosecute
- if you plan on walking out with a tag on the item without a care in the world if youâll beep or not Lp has these fuckass new hard tags that beep themselves. If you trigger the alarm towers the tag will start âscreamingâ and will not stop no matter what you do- I advise against walkouts like that
- if you notice employees coming up to you way too often and wonât shut up about promos in store or wtv they are onto you do not risk it dump ur shit n leave
- dress to impress. You guys have no idea how good a pair of lulu leggings or the lulu define jacket can do for you- seriously make that investment
- go alone. Nobody knows how to do it better than yourself and if thatâs not the case you shouldnât be lyfting at all if youâre in a group youâll be sussed so much easier unless you both look extremely well groomed and dressed
- on every tag that displays the brand for example the cardboard tags that lulu leggings have on them displaying the brand- rip it in half. Otherwise itâll set off the alarm. Well rounded lyfters always find this out the hard way lol Itâs a rite of passage
- majority of the time you literally donât need magnets. Not only is this a sure way to catch a felony I genuinely think itâs useless. Thereâs always at least one pair of clothes that are not tagged in a well stocked store Idc if thatâs not the exact shirt you want donât get greedy
- branching off of that- try to only lyft in well stocked stores.
Otherwise employees will quickly realize when something has gone missing
-lyft the clothes hangers Iâll never understand why people will Lyft a shirt and not take the hanger? Unless itâs hard tagged it wonât beep slip it in your purse and save money on hangers lol & employees wonât notice empty hangers
- if you go to a changing room and they count your items you have 2 options- do not Lyft any of them orrrr assess the clothes in the changing room pick out only 1-2 you want to Lyft and ensure there are no magnets and rip the tags in half. Slip the hangers in your purse and as you are exiting say âIâm going to be getting these two I left the other 3 hung up in the changing roomâ the employee will literally not care. Then you find a blind spot and conceal the items. This is tricky and can only be done if employees are distracted and the store is big enough so that the changing room employee cannot see the cash register.
- the more you engage with employees the longer they have to remember what you look like. Be polite and short do not ask for assistance if they offer you a bag donât freak out. I work retail and we only hand out bags to build customer basket sizes
- if you are not quick with concealing an item donât even try and just leave â ď¸ you should know this by now from my story earlier
- lp collects data on most high shrink items to dictate if those items should be secretly tagged or not- again I work retail and we began hiding tags inside products where nobody except us would have any idea that theyâre there. If you like a specific skincare brand donât lyft a shit tonne in one go from w4lm4rt everytime you go. Instead lift a minimal amount and then go to a non affiliated shop that sells the same product
- donât build routine of lyfting
At the same store every Monday (idk lmfao, Monday is just an example) theyâll begin to remember you and it wonât be fun when you go in to lyft and
Thereâs cops waiting with a free UberX cop edition to your nearest prison
- prioritize lyfting essentials as opposed to âdesirablesâ this should be pretty self explanatory and if ur caught in the act (by cops!! only do not fucking talk to LP do not go with them where they tell you to. Run out Get an Uber if you have to and do not return to that store) you can just say âIâm broke and Iâm trying to support myselfâ yada yada yada
Okay thatâs all for nowww Iâm sleepy but Iâll be making similar threads soon :3
Btw if you guys liked the red flag thingy please lmk bc it was genuinely sm fun to write and I have so many more horrible stories that I can share.. like a scavenger hunt except itâs my own dumbassery
#lyftblr#five finger discount#kleptomania#kl3pto#borrowing#lifting tips#lifting haul#iâm just a girl
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hii đ
so im currently obsessed with best friend!felix and wanted to request that perhaps their relationship evolves to a point where theyâre practically dating but theyâre both unaware of it
thank youu
a/n omg you understand them so well
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There are certain expectations attached to Felix's name, weaved into each syllable like delicate stitches in a tapestry that depicts a family crest. You're not unaware of what the world associates with him, not oblivious enough to lack a general idea of what most assume when they think of being close to someone like him.
People would never guess that the best part of being best friends with Felix are the little things, the small gestures that show how careful he can be when he cares.
The girls you usually sit with in your last class changed so drastically when they saw him on the bench outside of your lecture hall. They whispered and giggled and twirled silky hair around their fingers. It made something in your stomach turn to stone... and you still can't figure out why. You'd be hypocritical to fault them for gossip.
They eventually started chatting about the type of girls someone like him must like. That only made things more awkward when Felix finally spotted you and waved you over. They gaped at you, and with Felix waiting, you weren't given the space needed to stumble through an explanation. The only thing you could manage was a shy 'it's not like that' and a sentence you barely remember that used the word 'friend' way too many times to be structurally sound. It didn't stop them from begging you for details next class before you finally walked away.
Now, in Felix's room, his hand on your shoulder, firm enough to be anchoring, you can't help but compare reality with what they must be imagining. The only details you can offer them are mundane. A fact that only makes you more protective of these moments. They wouldn't get it.
You're convinced no one can, so why take their comments to heart? Even Farleigh, who actually does know Felix tries to twist your friendship into something salacious, something worth gossiping about.
"You're tense." His voice comes out so low you're not sure if you're meant to respond. Felix's thumb traces circles against the top of your shoulder. "You said you had a good day today."
Felix reads your mood with a talent that'd make you uneasy if he was anyone else. "I did." The words feel flat, tired, even though your day was objectively good. You had time to stop for a coffee before class, a TA handed back graded exams and you did better than expected, and you finally finished your essay. "Just Tuesday and Thursday classes."
He nods once empathetically, thumb pressing into your skin. "Tired?"
"Yeah."
The two of you are quiet for a moment. Lulls in conversation have a tendency to make you feel the need to compensate. With Felix, the silence never asks to be rushed through. "Want to rest your eyes for a little?"
This wouldn't be the first time you took a nap in Felix's room. It's not exactly a habit--yet--but it's circling that territory. Sometimes he'll go to sleep with you, other times he'll stay up reading to you.
The offer is irritatingly perfect. You want to say yes, but you--ugh. This is what you get for talking to Farleigh. This is ridiculous. There isn't anything unusual or potentially romantic about your friendship with Felix. You're close, and when it comes to Felix, close is all consuming.
You briefly let your eyes shut. "Sounds nice, but I--I have a lot of homework."
In one movement, he lets his hand slip down your arm and his head fall against your shoulder. "C'mon," his breath is warm against your neck, "I'm tired, too."
The weakness in your resolve makes you like yourself a little less. You swallow, mentally preparing yourself to fight against your fondness. "Out late partying?"
He sighs against you, the sound more amused than it wants to be. "Oh, yeah, Oliver and I were out until the ungodly hour of 11:30." You move your arm, nails brushing a few strands of his hair back into place. "I sleep better when you're here."
Felix is always so warm, it's nearly impossible to not get caught up in it. You almost told him that he could have come over. That the movie you went to see with your roommate had ended around 10:30 and that the only reason you were dismissive when he called is because of what Farleigh had said in the library.
Instead, you settle for running your fingers through his hair. "I told you, Nadia and I went to the movies."
He sighs again, the sound a little sharper this time, almost a huff. A smile tugs at your lips. Felix looks up, half-glaring-half-pouting. "You think it's funny?"
"No," you try, extending the syllable in an attempt to prove your innocence.
Something shifts, you feel it before Felix moves. He straightens, taking his weight off you, likely in an attempt to lull you into a false sense of insecurity. You lean back, resting your weight on one hand. The bit of space you're quick enough to create isn't enough to save you.
Felix leans forward, hand finding the shoulder farthest from him. It's instinct to lean back further in an attempt to duck out from beneath his arm. The move paired with a laugh that makes you lose balance proves to be a mistake. Felix is too tall, too inescapable. His other hand finds your side and you have no choice but to let your back hit the mattress.
He's not pinning you down, but he is hovering in a way that makes you think twice about moving. "Felix." It's meant to come off as threatening, but you're still giggling and it only makes him grin.
"What?" You bravely lift an arm, placing your palm flat on his chest. You will yourself to push him away. He pulls a hand back, giving up trapping you in favor of covering the back of your palm with the front of his. "You started it."
"Doesn't sound like me."
His smile widens. "No?"
He pulls your hand away from him, and for a second, you think he might be ready to release you, but then he presses a kiss to the side of your hand. The warmth of the gesture would normally make you dizzy, but with Farleigh's words ringing in your ears...it's impossible to fully relax.
His eyebrows pinch together, "You okay?"
"Yeah," you hum, "Just tired. Like you said."
He gently sets your hand down. "Y'sure you don't want a nap?"
"No." You're only human. "A nap sounds nice. Just need to use the bathroom first."
Felix squeezes your hand once before shifting onto his back. His absence leaches all the heat from your body. Suddenly, it does feel like a damp autumn day.
You sit up, sock clad feet instinctually slipping into Felix's discarded slippers. They're too large, and you always have to remember to watch your step when you steal them, but they're so plush it's worth the caution.
There's a familiar bundle of fabric thrown over the back of the desk chair. You unzip your jacket. The cold air bites at you as you slip off the thin fabric. You grab Felix's jumper, instinctually pulling it over your head. The material engulfs you in his essence.
You shut the door behind you as you step into his bathroom. Why is something so small getting to you so much? And something that Farleigh, of all people, planted in your head. He likes to twist things until they resemble something entertaining or beneficial. We're just friends. Are you sure?
What kind of a question even is that? Obviously, you'd know if you were dating someone. Obviously, you'd know if you were dating Felix. So of course your answer was a little forced and awkward. Farleigh should have teased you about it. Instead, he looked at you oddly, eyebrows pulled together almost sympathetically, and told you he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen anyone be that close with their friends. Not even Felix.
Okay--don't think about it. What does Farleigh know about genuine, platonic friendships?
You turn on the sink. Splashing some water on your face will he--a bottle of moisturizer and face wash. Spares that you had picked up for Felix to try, go to's for you during impromptu sleepovers.
You force yourself to look up. Your reflection stares back at you, Felix's jumper sliding off your shoulder, exposing the sleeve of your shirt.
You dab water against your face before shutting off the sink. Maybe some sleep will help. You'll take your nap, and then you and Felix will wake up, and you'll see that everything's the same.
Felix is already beneath the sheets when you step out of the bathroom. You walk to the edge of the bed, sliding off his slippers before climbing into bed.
"Darling?" You hum in response before craning your neck to look at him. Felix's gaze is fixed on the ceiling. "Are y--Did something happen?" You freeze. Has Farleigh been telling other people what he told you? Did all of it circle back to Felix in some embarrassing way? "With us, I mean?"
The clarification is too small, too uncertain to fit him. You lift your head. "What?" His attention is still on what's above. "No." With a sigh, you lean forward until your chin's resting on his stomach. "Of course we're fine." He tilts his head slightly, eyes finally landing on yours. Felix is quiet for a moment, taking in your expression. Treating him differently isn't fair. "Do you think we're too close?"
His expression falters, the slight concern behind his eyes morphing into something more closed off. "You--you think we're too close?"
"No." You don't even have to think about it. Maybe that's what bothered you about what Farleigh said. You don't want to think about what should be different because you know you don't want to feel less close to him.
He doesn't ease, and you can't blame him. You place a hand on his side, smoothing your thumb up and down the fabric of his shirt. "I--just--the other day, Farleigh ran into me in the library, and we started talking and he made some comments...." Felix groans. "About how close we were, and at first, it just felt like Farleigh, and then he said a lot of people assume things and--I--"
"Who cares what other people think?" Felix shifts, his fingers tracing patterns against your back. "We're happy with how we are."
You smile, "Yeah." It's probably easy to dismiss opinions and rumors when you're someone like Felix. You decide that it's okay to borrow his worldview. "I am happy."
Felix grins, available hand moving to grab yours. He kisses your palm before placing your hand back on his side. He squeezes your hand against the space between his ribs and hip. "I'm happy, too."
You grin, angling your head downwards to press a kiss against his chest before laying down fully. Felix's knuckles run up and down your back. It's soothing, making everything else disappear long enough to let you fall asleep.
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i love how much you guys seem to like bestfriend!felix đ i have some more requests/fics for him coming,, someone in one of my asks said they weren't sure if i was still taking requests for him and i definitely am,, he's so fun to write for
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can you write something jeno pls :(
of course! i decided to try something new so lmk how you guys feel about it! thank you for the request, hope you enjoy! âş
dating jeno means a lot of dates and i mean a lot. every time you two go out together he'll make it a date. biking by the river? it's a date. going to get drinks at a coffee shop? it's a date. going to get groceries? of course it's a date. anywhere with you is a date to jeno.
dating jeno means presents galore. price does not matter to him, it can range from a flower he picked on the way home or a custom made ring with both your initials on it. jeno loves giving presents!
dating jeno means always touching. jeno loves when people know you're his so in public he always has his hands on you. whether it's a simple hand on your thigh or an arm around you waist, jeno needs to be touching you.
dating jeno means stealing his clothes, well actually, he gives them to you. jeno's favorite look on you is his clothes. his oversized hoodie, a simple tee, and even his sweatpants, he prefers to see you comfy in his clothes.
dating jeno means "my" being put in front of every pet name, again, jeno loves knowing you're his. "my girl" "my princess" "my baby" any pet name put "my" in front of it and jeno is on board.
dating jeno means late night talks. jeno isn't usually a big converser, but late at night he starts opening up to you and telling you every little detail about his life. likewise he loves listening to your voice so he encourages you to go on and on about anything and everything.
dating jeno means the best hugs ever. he is a walking muscle pillow, how would his hugs not be comfy? he loves to hug you, squeezing you until you have to come up for air. he also loves backhugs, the ones where he can put his face in your neck and smell you, leaving little kisses there that tickle your skin.
dating jeno means unlimited love. you're his and he would not have it any other way. jeno is not afraid to say "i love you", a cheeky grin on his face when you say that you love him back.
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Boring | Min Yoongi
Chapter Two
Summary:The next morning, you're back in the office and your friend wants details. You expect that things will go back to normal between you and Yoongi, after all, nothing really happened...
Chapters; [one] [two]
âI can't believe he made you stay at the office until 11 o'clock at night! I was so worried when you never left the building, I waited for you but you werenât answering your phone.â, Gina, one of your two work friends probed as you recited your night to her in the break room the next morning. You stirred your coffee with one of those disposable sticks to make sure the cream and sugar get dissolved. Gina had noticed that you hadn't left when everyone else did. âHow in the world did you spend that long around that guy? He's so quiet and, don't hate me for saying this butâŚhe's boring.â, you found the sentiment outdated knowing what you know now. You walked out of the break room and back towards your cubicle. You glanced towards his office, but you couldn't see inside since the blinds were still shut. You weren't sure if his meeting with Mr.Smith and his people had started yet, or if Yoongi had even arrived at the office. You hoped that everything went well and Yoongi was able to keep his cool since there were quite a few times last night where you both got a little worked up at the sheer audacity the other party had to spring such a huge revamp of the file on you so last minute. At the end of your night with Yoongi, he was still feeling friendly. He had thanked you for staying and he even apologized for the things he had said, specifically threatening to make your job nonexistent by giving you no work assignments. But just like on the couch when you were eating, as you gathered your coat, bag and computer, there wasâŚa moment between the two of you. You were heading for the door, but Yoongi seemed like he was trying to be a gentleman, so he leaned you to open the door. And, he got so close to your face, so when you turned to look at him, your lips were virtually touching.
You had looked up at him, but he was looking down at you. And just like how you were staring at his lips very briefly earlier that evening, now he was doing the same. His eyes darted from your lips, back to your own eyes. And you thought for a minute you had gone crazy because dare you say, his eyes looked inviting? You weren't sure what to think of it but after a few seconds he seemed to snap himself out of whatever he was trying to do and backed away, clearing his throat and murmuring a very awkward, quiet Good Night. You did the same as you tried to play it cool and walk towards the elevator slowly, but deep inside you wanted to make a run for it. Not necessarily because you wanted to leave him, but because you weren't aware of how much more sexual tension you could continue to stir between the two of you before someone did something stupid that no employer should ever do with his employee.
However, you weren't going to mention the way you ended your night to Gina. Mainly because nothing technically happened, so reallyâŚthere was nothing of importance to mention. âListen Gina, I know we constantly joke that he has no soul, but I spent 6 hours locked in his office with him alone, and I actually had a good time. He's kinda funny if you get him to relax and sit down and talk with you.â Gina raised her eyebrow at you as she pursed her lips.
âYou're excusing working unpaid overtime because he cracked a few jokes? What do you wanna date him or something?â she questioned, looking at you like you had grown two heads.
âUm, I was paid for the overtime and no I don't want to date him. What's wrong with giving someone a compliment? All I meant is that he's not as bad as we thoughtâŚwhich is a good thing because that means our opinions of him were wrong.â you looked at Gina, and noticed that she was rolling her eyes. âI feel a lot better knowing that he's not ALL about work, he actually has a life too like the rest of us.â Gina rolled her eyes at you before putting her hands on your shoulders.
âGirl youâre whipped for that man. I see you all the time giving him those lovey dovey eyes. But to the rest of us, he either completely ignores you unless he has to ask you something, or he gives you those glares if he sees you away from your desk.â You had heard those stories before from others. I guess he wasnât found of the office chatter. But in your experience, he never bothered with you until yesterday, Gina claims he gave her one of his signature glares once and ever since sheâs had a vendetta against him.
You shook your head at her as you approached your cubicle. âI think itâs because he has really intense eyesâ, you giggled as Gina scoffed.
âShut up. See, thatâs something a person whoâs whipped would say.â You settled down in your chair as you and Gina said your goodbyes until youâd see each other again at lunch. . You fully expected that Yoongi would go back to the way he had always treated you. And by that you meant that he wouldn't bother with you at all anymore. A part of you was sad to think about that because you truly did feel like you got to know him a little better. And you'd be lying if you didn't admit that you were intrigued by him. But on the other hand, the less delusional side if you knew it was all strictly business and that he was most likely only being nice to you to get more productive work out of you. And all the eye-lip contact could have been something you had imagined in a state of sleep deprivation mixed with your infatuation with your ridiculously attractive, mysterious boss. Who knows what was going on in his head. But you had to tell yourself that it was probably a one time occurrence and you had to move on. Well, that was until he came waltzing out of the elevator. Dressed just as fine as usual in one of his suits. He carried his briefcase with him and nodded as he heard the many Hellos being sent his way from all of the staff as he walked past their desks. And then, as if everything was going in slow motion, he glanced over at you and gave a subtle, close lipped smile in your direction. The eye contact felt intense and it felt like your body was sitting on pins and needles. The way he made you feel so jumpy, he did a better job of waking you up than any cup of coffee could. The interaction was at most three seconds, but that was more than enough for you to think that you had left an impression on him as well. The day went by fast. Thursdays were just as boring as Wednesdays considering you still had another full day until your leisurely weekend. You were packing up your things as Gina and your other office friend Hana waited for you.
âHurry up Y/Nâ, Hana exclaimed, she was cranky because of her poor choice to wear new shoes that werenât broken into to work. âMy feet feel like theyâre being stabbed!â, you laughed as you shoved your laptop into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder and turning to face your friends.
âCalm down, Iâm ready.â, As the three of you walked toward the elevator, amongst the quiet side conversations about your afterwork plans, all of you turned around upon hearing someone clear their throat. And there he was. Min Yoongi stood a few feet away in the middle of the office aisle with his arms crossed.
âSorry to interrupt ladies, but if I could borrow Y/N for a second.â, he asked, his voice low, his eyes on you the whole time.
âOh-â, before you could reply, Gina cut you off.
âWith no disrespect Sir, she gave you six hours of her time after work yesterday, I think the least you could do is let her go home at a normal time todayâŚâ Gina snapped and you nudged her arm, a silent back off. You looked at her and silently pleaded with your eyes for her to ease up and not make you look bad in front of him. The last thing you wanted was for Yoongi to think that you were bad mouthing him to your coworkers.
âNo, it has nothing to do with staying after, but I would like to point out if Ms. Y/L/N hadnât already explained, it was last minute for the both of us and Y/N was paid for all overtime.â Before Gina could respond and get all of you fired, you intervened.
âI did explain that, sheâs just tiredâ, you let out a nervous laugh, âListen, Iâm sure this wonât take long, just wait for me outside, okay?â, you asked them as Hana dragged Gina towards the elevator. Once the doors were closed, you turned back to Yoongi. âIâm so sorry about that. She told me that she waited for a half an hour yesterday but I never came down so I think sheâs holding a grudge from yesterday. â, you tried to explain as he waved you off.
âDonât worry about it. I just wanted to say thank you again, I was in and out of meetings all day which is why I didnât come by sooner.â, You found it heart warming that he wanted to thank you again. You hoped in the back of your mind that this was his attempt at small talk again, but you werenât sure.
âYou donât need to say thank you again, you were very kind and patient last night, plus you ordered food and everything. Honestly, I was just going to go home and watch TV anyways, it gave me something different to do for a night.â, you explained, noticing that your response seemed to put a smile on his face.
âSo was I, that's always my after work routine.â, he responded. You averted your eyes, as his gaze felt like he was burning a hole into you.
âWell, if you need any more help, Iâm availableâ, you said shyly as you started to back up towards the elevator.
âNotedâ, he responded. He waved at you again before turning back around and walking back towards his office. But before you could press the button to close the doors, you heard him start talking again, âI have an assignment to give tomorrow morning, Iâm coming in early tomorrow so come by when you get here.â You nodded at him and with that, he was out of your sight. And now you were really looking forward to tomorrow.
#bts#suga#bts suga#yoongi x reader#min yoongi#suga fanfic#suga x reader#bts fanfction#bts imagines#bts scenarios#yoongi fanfic#yoongi#bts writing#bts x reader
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could you maybe do relationship/nsfw headcanons for gojo and nanami. Please
Relationship and nsfw h/c for Gojo and Nanami ~
A/n: thanks for the request! This was pretty fun writing, I enjoyed it a lot and kinda went crazy ;3
C/w: fluff, sillyness. As for nsfw, written by a minor!
Sfw
Gojo
Major gift giver!! Itâs his love language and he certainly has the money to do so. If he sees something that reminds him of you, heâll buy it for you. If he thinks youâll like it, he buys it for you. If he thinks itâs a cool thing, heâll buy it to show you
Sooo touchy. Heâs clingy and cuddly. He always has his hands on you. Holding yours, snaked around your waist, hip, around your neck, on your thigh, it doesnât matter. He needs to hold you. When he gets home from particularly draining missions, he just wants to wrap his arms around you and sleep
Speaking of sleep, heâs really sleepy. And snores loud as fuck, almost monstrously so. Thatâs only for day naps, at night, he wonât let himself sleep before you are asleep
He sometimes has bad dreams, dreams where something happens to you and will wake up and pull you closer. Heâs gentle enough to not wake you up but holding you is a comfort to him
Loves to take you shopping and play dress up with you. He will pick out clothes with you then send you to the changing room, and have you walk out real quick to show him how you look
He loves showering together, and he loves washing your hair for you and vice versa
You play games together, and he rages. Yâall definitely have some shared concels for playing things together, and he will throw a fit when he loses
He likes helping you cook. He will get things out for you, cut veggies and wash the dishes while you run the kitchen
But sometimes he cooks for you, doing it all in an apron that says âkiss the chefâ or something cheesy
Buys you the most expensive jewelry, and urges you to wear it anytime you go out
Hugs from behind!! Lots of sneaky teasing touches. Pinches you playfully. Slaps ur ass then runs knowing your about to turn around and get his 10x harder
He acts like heâs smaller than he is. Will definitely ask to be little spoon, but you end up wrapping around him like a backpack. Sits on YOUR lap, etc
Always wants a kiss. Never letâs you leave the house without a kiss, and vise versa
He will pose for you. Pose for you to draw him, pose for pics, etc
Letâs you practice hair, nails, makeup, and anything else traditionally feminine on him. He thinks he looks fabulous
Will attempt to take bites of your food when you arenât looking
Nanami
Such a gentlemen. He will chauffeur you everywhere, open your door for you, carry you when your feet hurt, pay for 100% of all dates, treats you like a princess
Speaking of princess treatment, he makes you breakfast in bed âjust becauseâ
Definition of a male wife. He does all the cleaning and helps with the cooking, always has the bed made and the house tidy by the time you get home
Brushes and does your hair for you, learned how to specifically for you
Such a romantic. Iâm talking candle lit dinners, rose petals adorning the bedroom, bubble baths and more
Surprisingly super shy in public. You have to break him out of his shell a little bit
He secretly wears womenâs perfume when he can. He thinks it smells so much nicer than cologne
Puts your needs first down to the most ďżźminimal details. Not making you sit next to strangers on trains, letting you get the entire hotel bed to yourself, letting you shower first with the hot water, etc
He takes any and all of your injuries seriously. Even a small paper cut he will have you wash and put a bandage on it to prevent infection
He also doesnât take any risks. He makes sure anytime you guys are outside for an extended period of time that your wearing sunscreen. When you guys are in grass, heâs making sure you have on some kind of bug spray on your ankles
Brews coffee everymorning like clockwork for the both of you. He likes it black but bought a ton of stuff for you, so he makes your coffee Starbucks style the way you like it with cream and stuff
Watches you sleep, not in a creepy way. More in like your so beautiful he canât keep his eyes off way
Heâs super into yoga, will go to yoga classes with you. Heâs so stiff he needs it
He reads a lot of books, and will geek out about them to you
Frequently accidently sleeps with his glasses on, youâll wake up beside him and he will just. Have them on. And when he gets up in the morning to take them off he has red marks around his eyes
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Gojo
Such a fucking tease. He LOVES to get you worked up before giving you what you want
Edging and overstim both ways. He loves to get you so close to that edge, then pull out and make you whine or beg for it. He also really enjoys making yoy cum over and over until your crying and pleading with him to stop. As for himself, his main motive for edging himself is to help him last longer. Lord knows he canât stand more than 10 minutes inside you without cumming. He also loves it when you milk him for all heâs worth, ridding him into tears
Absolutely into sensory deprivation. He gets a kick out of either you, not being able to know his next move keeping you in the dark, or him, being at your mercy
Speaking of sensory stuff, he fucking loves it when you wear his blindfold. Blocking your vision, you can only feel his touches and not see them
He cums so much, everywhere all the time. His favorite place to cum has to be all over your face. Have you sucking him off, but before he cums he pulls out and jerks it a few times before painting your face with his seed. Itâs so hot to him, seeing you covered in it
He might even take a picture if you let him. Heâs really into picture/video taking, just to have for himself. Whenever your not there, he can pull out his file of lewd photos and videos of you two
He is soooo vocal. Heâs loud and his moans are whiny. He doesnât hold back though, he has no shame. Matter of fact he wants everyone to know what you do to him
Speaking of, heâs a bit of a risk taker. Heâs not past sneaking into a changing room for you to help him with the boner he got looking at you in those clothes
While he may cum fast, he can still last several rounds without break. He is the strongest, after all
Loves oral giving and receiving because itâs so messy. He loves it when your drooling all over his cock, or when his chin is covered in your slick
Heâs a switch, but when heâs on bottom heâd moan if you step on his cock. Such a slutty submissive, and a brat too. Heâd do things to get you angry so you punish him for it later <3
Definitely has considered 3somes with geto, but never brought it up
I can see him being into roleplay
Heâs not insanely girthy, but he is LONGG and pretty. Has a cute curve at the end thatâs perfect for you
He loves fucking your tits
His fingers are slim and long, and when he fingers you he will make you see stars
Thinks itâs so hot when he gets you to squirt
Somno with consent
If you need to be clean right that moment he will do so, but aftercare with him usually he prefers to cuddle up and sleep then clean up in the morning
Nanami
Such a service dom. Heâs a provider, and that nature sticks in the bedroom. He lives to please you, and will make you cum several times before even freeing his cock from his tight pants
He would definitely dabble in bdsm. Specifically, what he enjoys is bondage and brat taming
With bondage, he has it all. It may be a small fluffy pair of handcuffs binding your wrists behind your back, two a sturdy rope tying your ankles and wrists to the corner of the bed, to full on shibari, ropes all over your body
Absolutely uses his tie and/or belt to bind you
Brat taming was something you insisted, and when he tried it he found out he got a kick out of it too. It started with you teasing him all day, and when you begged him to be rough with you and put you in your place who is he to deny you?
Both kinks are done with upmost gentleness and care. Of course. He may also engage in light impact play, small spanks on your ass and even your clit. Nothing enough to hurt, just a little love tap to startle you
His hands drive you insane. His hands are so big, they wrap perfectly around your wrists, neck, hips, waist, etc. they also reach all the parts inside you just the way you like
While he often takes the leading role, heâs not opposed to letting you ride him to get yourself off when he doesnât have the energy
Heâs not very loud, mostly grunts and quite muffled moans come from him
So much praise. Heâs constantly reassuring you through the whole ordeal, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, how well your doing, how good you are for him, etc
He would degrade you if you really wanted. Again, youâd have to tell him because he wouldnât ever say such things to you but when your begging him to say mean things to you, heâs nothing but a pleaser
Cockwarming is a big turn on. Heâs a busy man, so when he has work to do but you wanna get off, he will let you sit on his cock
Similarly, he also likes watching you ride his thigh. Your wet pussy grinding up and down on his clothed leg does something to him
Aftercare god. As soon as you guys are done heâs running a bath, carrying you to it, washing you off as you just lay back. After he drys you off, heâs carrying you back to the bed and wrapping you with his arms
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ESSENCE OF US - CH 4: YOU, ME, US*
Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 3 HERE | MASTERLIST | READ CH 5 HERE
summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.
warnings: extreme fluff, SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), language, implied anxiety genre: fluff, angst, slow(ish) burn romance wc: ~6.5k a/n: y/n did a number on this man, he's enamored! i wanted to evoke every emotion with this one. hopefully it worked bc i had to dig deep in my feels for this.
You were already awake when Camille barged in, coffee in hand with a grin plastered across her face. The scent of jasmine filled the room from some flowers Trent sent earlier; the jasmine flower was woven intricately into the stems of a garden rose bouquet, curling through the air like a gentle reminder of him. It made your heart race every time you caught a whiff, butterflies enveloping your body as you tried to think of anything other than match day. âOkay mystery girl,â Camille announced as she plopped onto your couch without hesitation. âHow are we feeling about being in WAG territory?â You groaned, throwing your head back against the couch cushion, âUghhh, youâre not helping Camille. Iâm not a WAG!â You took a sip of coffee, biting your lip as the feeling of uncertainty twisted around in your stomach. âI don't know if I'm ready for all of this. It's a lot.â Camille stood up, giving you her full attention, âReal talk, if you can survive running a business then you can survive this. You're the most capable person I know.â
You smiled nervously, âIt's just...different. Everything is so intense. It's happening so fast.â Camille raised a brow, her curiosity growing. âOkay..I gotta know. How did this even start? You didn't tell me you knew him already!â You exhaled, setting your coffee aside as you explained the story in full detail, Camille's eyes widened in disbelief. âYour meet-cute with TAA happened on a train?? Why the fuck was he on a train?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âIt was completely random..and then it took me so long to realize it was him. He said he just wants to be like everyone else.â Camille's jaw dropped, âSo, he could have a private jet and he just... chooses to be on the train? That's kind of hot.â You rolled your eyes, but the nerves still lingered below the surface. âYeah but..I justâI don't knowww. I feel like I'm getting swept up in it because it feels like a fairytale.â
Camille sat back down, leaning in as her expression softened with her trademark sass. âY/N, you've bumped into this man three different times in two different countries. Sometimes you just gotta ride the wave. ButâŚâ she paused, raising a finger, âkeep your head on straight, yeah? From what I know, Trent's great but he's still a baller at the end of the day.. so, no tripping head over heels immediately. Just see where it goes if thatâs what you really want.â You smiled, still feeling the weight of the situation clinging to you. âUgh, but what if it's too good to be true?â Camille shrugged, giving you a no nonsense look. âMaybe, maybe not. You can still see where it goes. Worst case scenario? You have some crazy stories you can use as inspiration for a new line. Best case? Liverpoolâs most gorgeous WAG.â
The nerves in your stomach were hard to shake as you settled into your seat with Camille. The weight of Trent's name on your back felt heavier than you anticipated, it felt like there was a spotlight shining down on you. You didn't want Camille to catch on to that though.
âOkay Y/N..how are we feeling now?â Camille teased as she nudged your arm. You rolled your eyes, snorting âI'm not feeling anything right now. Just trying not to have a public meltdown.âÂ
She gave you a side eye as she laughed, âStop being dramatic and just enjoy the match girl.â
Camille kept cracking jokes to try and soothe your nerves as the match started, it helped, but only for a moment. You felt a rush of excitement watching Trent on the pitch, it was like he was born to be out there. You tried so hard to focus on him and the game, but every time you caught someone glancing in your direction your nerves spiked again. You leaned toward Camille, keeping your voice low âDo you think anyoneâs noticed?â
Camille scanned the crowd, looking around dramatically before turning back to you with a grin. âYou're wearing his shirt..in the best section. But nah, you're blending in.â She winked, amused at your discomfort. You placed your focus back on Trent, watching him on the pitch as he sprinted across. Part of you wanted to shout and cheer him on, but the other part of you was still battling the fear of being seen, especially in his shirt. As if the universe decided to dial up the pressure, Trent glanced up into the stands, locking his eyes on yours as his familiar smile spread across his face and blew you a kiss. You tried to keep your cool, but the butterflies in your stomach were having none of it. Camille noticed immediately, nudging you excitedly. âOoo Y/N, look at him! That's all for you!! We're getting a highlight reel moment right now.â You smiled, feeling a bit more confident as Trent's eyes caught yours before he turned back to the match.
But then the talking started. It was faint at first but grew louder as people stared between you, Camille, and the name on your back. Your heart began racing and you could feel the attention shift as if everyone was putting two and two together. Camille noticed your expression change immediately and swiftly leaned in, her voice low and firm. âHey hey. Eyes on the pitch, not on them.â You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you tried to shift your focus back to the match, but the stares were hard to ignore. Camille nudged you again, pointing down toward the pitch. âLook at him. Don't let them get to your head. He wants you to be here. Remember that.â
You took another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. She was right. You weren't here for anyone else, just Trent. You refocused on the pitch, feeling your nerves calm slightly. Camille, who was always the best at calming your anxiety leaned in and whispered âHe's been looking at you so much. Just focus on that.â And with that, you found yourself slightly more relaxed as you watched Trent's presence on the field. At the end of the day, none of the cameras or whispers mattered. The only eyes you cared about were already on you.
When the whistle blew for halftime the crowd erupted into chatter and movement. You exhaled deeply, grateful for the break while Camille stretched dramatically next to you. âOkay, I'm getting a bev. Want anything?â Camille asked, already scanning around the crowd. âJust water,â you replied, glancing around nervously as fans moved about.Â
âWater?? Weâre at Anfield babe. You donât want anything stronger?â Camille smirked, nudging you playfully. You laughed, shaking your head, âNo thanks. I need to stay calm, not get buzzed.â Camille rolled her eyes, âFine, water it is. Be right back.â As she disappeared into the crowd you leaned back into your seat, trying to focus on the positive energy surrounding you. The tension in your chest started to loosen but then you heard a conversation happening behind you.
âIsnât that the girl who owns âLove Notesâ?â a voice asked, which provoked your curiosity immediately. You froze, daring not to turn around but listening intently. âOh my god, yeah! It is her,â a second voice chimed in. âI follow her on Insta, her brand is blowing up. Did you see the new collection she teased?âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat as your body stiffened, unsure of how to feel about being noticed so quickly in public.
âYeah she's killing it. Iâve been dying to work with herâ the first voice continued, âI was actually thinking about reaching out to see if sheâd be down to collab for her next launch. She seems so sweet.â
A mix of pride and panic built in your chest. They didnât seem to notice that they were talking loud enough for you to hear them. âShe definitely has the âitâ factor, sheâs gorgeous. But you know how it goesâŚone bad headline and it's over.â the second voice said casually, as if they were discussing the weather and not the career you worked your ass off for. Your heart sank as you took in their words.
âEspecially if sheâs really with Trent. That's all anyone will care about. The press is going to eat her alive, poor girl.â
Camilleâs words from a couple of days before echoed in your mind.Â
Donât give them more fuel. Just be chill. But it felt like it was already too late for that. People were talking about you regardless, you were suddenly feeling overwhelmed, a spiral of panicked thoughts repeating in your mind.Â
Is that really whatâs going to happen?Â
Camille returned, oblivious to your inner turmoil. âHereâs your water, Boring.â she teased, handing you a bottle before plopping back down in her seat. âAnything exciting happen?â You forced a smile, trying to push away the sudden stab of discomfort before staring blankly down at the pitch, âNope, just enjoying the view.â But your mind was racing. The two girls behind you had planted a seed of doubt in your mind, one you just couldn't shake. You worked too hard to build your business from the ground up and the thought of being reduced to âTrentâs girlfriendââ if it ever even went that far, gnawed at you. You tried to shake it off and focus on the match, but your fears lingered like a heavy rain cloud.Â
What if this really does change everything? What if this overshadows everything Iâve built?
When the second half started, the cheering of the crowd faded into the background as you mulled over the weight of the strangersâ words. You hated that it was affecting you so much, but you didnât want to be reduced to another excerpt in Trentâs life. Camille noticed your silence and leaned in, âYou okay?â she asked in a concerned voice. You nodded but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. Every time Trent touched the ball the crowd erupted and your heart pounded. There was no denying the connection with Trent, it was there from the very beginning, but this public life?Â
It terrified you.Â
Liverpool won but you barely registered it. The uncertainty that had been swirling around in your chest was a full storm, pulling you inside your head as you overanalyzed every little thing that had occurred since meeting Trent on the train. Your phone vibrated in your lap, thrusting you back into reality.Â
T: Meet me by the side exit, we can head out.
You exhaled, grateful he understood how you felt about being in the spotlight. Despite having his life on display, he was growing increasingly mindful of your boundaries when it came to your personal life.Â
On my way.
Camille nudged you playfully, noticing another shift in your mood when you looked at your phone. âOop, is that your man?â
You nodded, speaking quietly, âNot my man yet..but yes. He wants to head out. I just don't want this to blow up.â Camille squeezed your arm in support, âDon't let it. Control the narrative. Go have fun, babe.â You appreciated her words but as you slipped through the crowd towards the exit, you started to wonder how long it would be before Trent's world came crashing directly into yours. You made your way through the corridor near the exit, spotting Trent leaning up against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets. You admired how easy it was for him to look so good without trying, just being around him made you feel calm..and the view wasnât bad either.
âYou again?â he teased, looking up at you. âFirst it was the train, the cafĂŠ, Paris, now Anfield?â I'm starting to think you're stalking me.â You laughed as you rolled your eyes, playfully pushing your hand against his chest. âYou canât escape me now.â Trent chuckled as he pulled you closer. âYâknow..we did everything backwards. Random meets, sex..but we haven't had a proper first date.â You raised an eyebrow, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, âAnd whose fault is that?â He smirked, leaning down slightly to meet your eye. âMy fault for sure. But I'll fix that real soon.â You grinned, lightly massaging the back of his neck with your fingertips. âI'll hold you to that.â He gave you a quick peck on the lips, âEnjoy the match?â he asked, in a soft but curious voice. You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment before answering. âYeah..it was fun. Parts of it anyway.â Trent pulled back slightly, his smile faltering. âParts of it??â You sighed, glancing down at the ground before meeting his eyes. âEverything is moving so fast..people are talking. I just donât want to lose myself in all this.â His expression softened as he gently cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him directly. âI get it Y/N. Itâs a lot. But I wonât let that happen to you, youâve worked too hard.â You smiled, leaning into his touch; his reassurance meant the world to you, but you still had some lingering doubts in the back of your mind. You took a deep breath, deciding it would probably be best to lighten the mood.Â
âSoâŚwhere are we going for our first date?â you teased, as you and Trent headed toward the car. He grinned, opening the car door for you, âI was thinking we could do a private cooking class. We could make something fancy..itâll be just us and the chef. Lowkey..no pressure.â You slid into the passenger seat, raising a brow, âYou? Cooking??â Trent laughed as he got into the driver's seat. âDon't doubt me! I have some skills..sorta. But that's what the chef is for. We can have fun, maybe a little competition.â You giggled, buckling your seatbelt. âOkay..but don't be mad when you lose.â He leaned over, kissing you quickly before starting the car. âOh yeah? We'll see about that Y/N.âÂ
After arriving at Trentâs, he led you through his house, his hand resting on your back as you navigated the space before settling on the couch for a cuddle. The two of you had been lounging for hours, your feet resting in Trentâs lap. The TV hummed in the background with whatever show you decided to binge, but you really werenât paying attention anymore. You stretched a bit, glancing at the time, and sighed. âI should probably goâŚâ you said softly, trying to prepare yourself mentally but not really wanting to get up. âGotta get back to work. I still have so much to do.â
Trent, who was absentmindedly running his fingers along your legs, smirked. âOr you could stay longer.â You laughed, but the way his hands were sliding up your leg made you feel a little dizzy. âI..I can't. I have to work.â He leaned forward, placing a kiss on your ankle âI'll go with you tomorrow. Iâll help,â he muttered. You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. âYou?? What are you going to do? Stand guard all day?â
âMaybeâ he said with a grin. âJust teach me. Like how youâre learning my world, I want to learn yours.â Your heart rate increased as his kisses trailed higher, reaching your knee.Â
âI can't think when you're doing thatâ you whined, trying to keep your composure but failing miserably. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. âThen don't think.â he whispered in a low and husky voice, making you thrum with need. You bit your lip, trying to stay focused.Â
C'mon.. be strong. Don't let him distract you Y/N, you told yourself.Â
His kisses moved to your neck, your mental strength quickly slipping away. Your body was reacting faster than your brain could keep up. âI really need to get going..â you managed to say, not really sounding convincing at all.
âStay,â he suggested as his lips moved dangerously close to your ear. âJust stay the night and I'll take you back in the morning. Iâll wake us up.â You tried to focus on the reasonable part of your brain. The part that knew you had to get up early to meet deadlines, but Trent's lips found your neck again and your brain went foggy. âTrent..â you tried, though your voice betrayed you. âI can't justââ
âWhy not?â he interrupted, moving his lips to your collarbone. âI'll go with you tomorrow. It'll be fine.â Your body started reacting before you could come up with a decent argument. His kisses were soft, so slow, and perfect with each one sending waves of heat to your core. All rational thoughts dissipating. âY/N, you know you want to,â he whispered.
Oh, he was absolutely fucking right and that was the problem.Â
Your heart was racing as his hand moved to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer. You were rapidly losing the battle to keep it together. "I really..should..go," you barely managed to say, it sounded weak even to your own ears. You could barely breathe let alone think straight. âStay with me tonight,â he whispered, voice full of promise. âI'll make it worth your while.â You let out a soft moan, barely able to hold it back as he kissed you deeper. Your thoughts of leaving were long gone, being drowned out by the feeling of being wanted, desired and completely out of control.Â
âOkay..Iâll stay,â you managed to say in a faint whisper, but he heard it. He pulled you onto his lap swiftly, your legs straddling him. âMmm good,â he murmured, his hands roaming your body as they reached for the hem of the shirt you were wearing. âYou looked so fucking good in my shirt today. But I need it off now.â He lifted the shirt over your head, immediately moving to the clasp of your bra to unhook it. You giggled, running your hands up his chest as you began to roll your hips in a teasing motion. âRide me, baby. I wanna see you move,â he whispered.
You bit your lip, rolling your hips against his lap as you began to feel him harden between your thighs. The sensation made you gasp and Trent let out a groan as his hands squeezed your hips. âFuck, you feel so good already.â He lifted you up off his lap, pulling your bottoms and underwear off before removing his own. You shifted your hips, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock as he filled you completely. The feeling made both of you gasp as your hands tightened on his shoulders. You started to roll your hips in a slow, but teasing rhythm. Trent groaned as his fingers dug into your waist.Â
âYou like it when I ride you?â you asked, your voice breathy as you moved your hips with more urgency against him. âI fucking love it,â he mumbled as his head fell back against the couch. âYou lookâfuck..so fucking pretty on top of me Y/N.â His praise encouraged you to move your hips faster and harder as you rode him. Every roll of your hips sent waves of pleasure through you as your moans turned into desperate gasps. âWrite your name on me baby,â Trent growled, his voice now strained as his hands tightened on your waist. âI wanna see you really fuck me.â
You laughed, not fully understanding what he meant. âMy name?? Like this?â You started to spell your name with your hips, continuing to grind against him. âYeahhh. Just..like..that.â he groaned, thrusting his cock up into you in a way that made you gasp loudly. âLook at you taking me so good baby.â Your laughter quickly turned into loud moans due to the intensity of his thrusts, each one driving you closer and closer to an orgasm. The passion between you two was off the charts. Every touch and sound pushed both of you closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.Â
âOh my goddd. Trent...I canâtââ you gasped as your body began trembling, the tension inside of you snapping as you continued to ride through your orgasm despite your thighs burning from exhaustion. Trent groaned beneath you as he watched the way your body shook with pleasure. âGonna make me cum moaning my name like that.â he grunted, his voice rough as he thrust into one last time, his cum spilling inside of you.
For a moment, you both stayed tangled in each other, still trembling from the intensity. You were breathless and slumped against his chest as the aftermath of your orgasm washed over you. Once you caught your breath, a wicked thought crossed your mind. Before Trent could fully recover, you slipped off his lap and kneeled between his legs as you parted his thighs. âWhat areââ
You silenced him with a kiss to his inner thigh, âShhh.. just relax,â you whispered in a teasing voice. Trent's breath hitched as soon as he realized what you were about to do. His fingers tangled in your hair as his body tensed with anticipation. You licked a slow, deliberate path on his shaft, pausing as you reached a small, sensitive patch of skin just below his balls. You flicked your tongue there and his reaction was instant. âOh fuckkââ Trent gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as a deep groan escaped him. âHoly shit.â You smiled, loving the way he reacted to you. You licked that spot again, teasing him with enough pressure to make him squirm. His hands tightened in your hair as his head fell back against the couch. His body was trembling with each flick of your tongue, his moans filling the room as he let out a string of curses.Â
âYou're unreal,â he moaned in a strained voice. You continued your slow assault, your tongue tracing the sensitive line along the underside of his dick before swirling around the head. You looked up at him through your lashes as your lips curled into a wicked smile. You sucked gently on the tip before moving back down in a zigzag pattern with your tongue. Trent groaned loudly, his body shaking as his hips bucked toward your mouth.Â
âWhere the fuck did you learn that?â he gasped, his voice filled with disbelief and pleasure. You didn't answer him. Instead, you wrapped your lips around him fully and took him deeper, your tongue working in a rhythm that had him at your mercy. âShit..keep going..please," he moaned as his grip on your hair tightened the harder you sucked. Your movements were purposeful and teasing. âFuck. Baby, I'm gonna cum.â Hearing him moan like that spurred you on, and you hallowed out your cheeks to take him deeper; your tongue still tracing the sensitive spot beneath the head that had him trembling. âFuck, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming baby,â Trent gasped as his body tensed beneath you. You didn't pull away, you kept his cock in your mouth as he spilled into you, his groans loud and raw as he came hard. You swallowed every last drop, your lips still wrapped around him as you continued to suck him gently through his aftershocks to savor the taste of him. Trent's body slumped against the couch, his chest heaving as he dragged a hand over his hair lazily. âWhat the fuck Y/N?â he muttered in disbelief. âYou're something else.â
You grinned as you wiped the corner of your mouth, climbing back up next to him to nestle into his side. âI told you to relax.â Trent laughed, pulling you into his arms and giving you a deep kiss. âYou're stuck with me now. I'm never letting you go.â
âGood.â you whispered against his lips. âI have more where that came from.â
After spending some extra time on the couch enraptured in the night's events, you glanced at your phone and your eyes widened. It was already 1AM, and as much as you loved spending time with Trent, you had to wake up in a few hours. You felt Trent shift underneath you, his fingers brushing over your back. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you knew he wasn't done just yet.
âDon't even start.â you stated, already knowing where this was headed. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were tired after so many rounds. âWhat'd I do? I'm just enjoying my view.â Trent grinned as his hand traveled up your waist. You laughed as you nudged him playfully. âWell 'your view' is getting up to shower and go to bed.â He groaned, dramatically throwing his head against the couch. âYou trying to run away from me now?â You rolled your eyes, standing up to make your way to the bathroom as he watched your every move. âI'm not running away. I just don't want to be all sweaty and gross.â He was already up and following you, âDamn. You're just gonna leave me out here like that..after all we've been through?â You shot an amused look at him over your shoulder, âWhy are you being so dramatic?? It's just a shower.âÂ
Before you could say another word, he caught up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned to face him, your back pressed against the sink as you tried to hold back a laugh. âYou're not going to let me shower in peace, huh?â Trent's hands moved to cup your chin as his lips brushed against yours in a teasing kiss. âNah, not a chance,â he muttered before giving you proper, deep and slow kisses.
âTrent..â you murmured between kisses. âIf you don't stop we're never going to get any sleep. It's really late.â He laughed, clearly not giving a fuck. âI'm not tired yet,â he teased before kissing you again, his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip. âWe can stay up..â You pulled back a little, lightly pushing against his chest. âNooo. I'm getting in the shower. Behave! Or get out.â Trent grinned as he stepped back to turn on the shower before looking over at you. âI'm definitely staying,â he said, with cheeky confidence.
Steam filled the bathroom as the water hit the tiles, and you slipped past him to get under the water. Trent followed close behind, his hands already finding their way to your waist as he pressed his naked body against yours from behind. âYou're being so clingyâ you teased as he leaned in to kiss your neck. âCan you blame me after you just took my soul like that?â You turned to face him, the water streaming between your bodies. âDon't make me regret inviting you in here.â His hands slipped down to your hips as he pressed you against the cool tile before finding your lips again. âJust making the most of our night.â The kiss deepened, his hands were everywhere. On your waist, your ass, tracing the curve of your back, pulling you close until there was absolutely no space left between you. When things started heating up again you laughed, breaking the kiss and pushing gently at him. âIf you don't stop weâll be in this shower all night.â
âAh, okay okay. I'll be good then.â he said, though his hands were still cemented on you.Â
Once you were both clean, you stepped out the shower. The bathroom was warm and steamy. Trent reached for a towel and wrapped it around you. His playful banter from earlier softened and was replaced by something more tender as he dabbed at your skin with the towel. He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the counter, squeezing some onto his hands. âCan't have my girl out here dry and ashy. Câmere.â You burst out laughing at his comment, âHmm..'your' girl?â You gave him a teasing look, trying not to smile. âI don't remember you asking.â
He grinned up at you as he kneeled down, gently smoothing the lotion over your legs. âAh, you're right. Guess we have to talk about that, huh?â You giggled, crossing your arms as you watched him work his way up. The way he focused on you made you feel things you weren't really expecting to feel. âI guess so. I'm not yours until you ask and you haven't asked.â He stood up, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your shoulder as the fresh scent of the lotion mixed with the leftover steam from the shower. âGot it. But I'm still not letting you be ashy. My girl or not.â
You burst out laughing again, the sound filling the bathroom as Trent gave you a fake offended look, as if lotioning you up was the most important task he'd ever done in his life. His hands moved deliberately as he massaged the lotion over the rest of your body, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin. âYou're a mess but I'm kinda into it.â you said, feeling your heart melt at how sweet and tender he was being.
âOnly for you Y/N.â Trent replied as he gave you a peck on the lips. He rummaged through a drawer before handing you an old, worn LFC shirt that smelled like him, and a pair of his boxers. âPut this on, youâll sleep better.â You smiled as you slipped the oversized shirt over your head. He watched you as you pulled on his boxers, which sat low on your hip since they were too big. âFeeling better?â he asked.
âA little. But I'm sooo tired. I need sleepâ you whined. He let out a dramatic sigh, pretending like he was annoyed. âAll that effort and no cuddle? No reward? C'mon.â You laughed, pushing him lightly as you made your way to his bed. âYou're cute, but I still have to work in the morning.â He followed you, still being needy as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, both of you settled in the bed. âYeah, yeah. The shop,â he said in a soft murmur. He pulled the covers over you both. The way he held you close to him without making it feel like a big deal was so sweet. It felt natural and easy. âGoodnight,â you whispered as your eyes started to close.
Trent's voice was soft, âGoodnight, beautiful.â
You stirred awake the next morning as faint sunlight crept in through the blinds in Trent's room. You shifted slightly, feeling Trent's arm wrapped around your waist. It was comforting, but something felt too peaceful.
Too perfect.Â
You opened your eyes, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It was 9:37AM.
âShit!â you exclaimed, sitting up quickly trying to wake yourself up fully. You smacked Trent on the chest. âTrent, get the fuck up! We're late!â He groaned, still partially asleep as he muttered something incoherent and tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you back down on the bed. âGimme five minutes.â
âGET UP!â you yelled, pushing against him. âWe're late, late! I have to open up and we're still at your house!â Trent slowly opened his eyes, his face scrunching in confusion before finally realizing what you said. âWhat time is it?â
âPast 9:30! I was supposed to be there by now, you were supposed to wake us up!â He laughed sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and stretched his arms. âUniverse had other plans for us like always.â âOh yeah? The universe wanted me to be late because you couldn't keep your hands off me last night?â
Trent swung his legs over the side of the bed, laughing. âMaybe so.â He stood up, his toned torso catching your attention before you snapped yourself out of it. âWe're awake now though. Relax, we'll make it.â
âRelax?? A business canât run itself!â you scoffed. You got up, hurrying to the bathroom as you tried to pull yourself together. Trent followed you, moving a lot slower than what was acceptable for how late you were. He leaned against the bathroom door, watching you with amusement as you tried to tame your hair. âYou look fit in my clothes yâknow.â You shot him a look. âWe're not doing this right now Trent. I'm gonna be late forreal and it's your fault.â
âIt was worth it though.â
You were annoyed at first but as you turned to face him, the annoyance faded when you looked at his satisfied smile. âMaybe..but I still have to get to work.â
Trent smirked, stepping closer as he wrapped his hands on your hips. âI'm sorry. Couldn't help myself.â You shook your head, leaning into him for a quick kiss. âYou're lucky you're cute.â He deepened the kiss for a second, knowing it would annoy you before pulling away laughing. âStoppp! I need to get ready,â you whined, gently swatting him away. âWe need to stop by my place so I don't have to wear your boxers to work.â
âBoxers and all, you're still the hottest girl out there.â You grabbed your phone, beginning to head out the door. âShut up and lets go!â The two of you bolted out of his house, Trent still pulling on a hoodie while you jogged to the car in his oversized shirt, his boxers fluttering around you as you tried to check the emails on your phone. Trent unlocked the car, you slid into the passenger seat muttering to yourself. âOh my god how are we this late?âÂ
He shrugged, âThe universe wanted us to sleep in.âÂ
You laughed, tossing your head back, âWill you shut up and drive?â
âI'm just saying!â he exclaimed, pulling onto the road. âFate or whatever you wanna call it..that's why we're here aren't we? Maybe the world wants you to chill.â
You shot him a glare. âI'll 'chill' after I open up the store.â Trent turned up the music to something that matched the sunny morning as you glanced at him, a loving smile creeping up on your face. You couldn't deny the connection between the two of you. The sex was amazing but it wasn't just physical stuff. The ease you felt with him despite being the most anxious person ever, the laughs you shared, the way he made you feel like time was an illusion...that was something else.
But you had absolutely no time to be thinking about that right now.Â
Zero.
Once you got back in town, you quickly stopped at your apartment and sprinted inside to polish yourself into something more presentable. When you finally arrived at Les Notes d'Amour you were running around, unlocking doors, turning on lights, and trying to remember every little detail you needed to put in place. Trent followed behind you lazily with his hands in his hoodie pockets, looking entirely too relaxed. âNeed any help?â
You were still frantic as you glanced over your shoulder. âI think you've caused enough chaos the past twelve hours.â He laughed as he started to wander around the shop. âJust making your day more exciting.â
âExciting? This is stressful.â you echoed, shooting an annoyed look at him. âIt's different.â
You couldn't stay mad at him though, not with that beautiful face and dazzling smile of his. He looked like he was having the time of his life watching you scramble around the shop.
After things finally settled down, you leaned against the counter. Trent wandered, scanning the shelves of the different fragrances and oils. âSo what's this new collection you're working on?â Trent picked up a small bottle, giving it a curious sniff. âTell me about it again.â You shrugged, feeling a little deflated as you leaned on your elbows. âIt's supposed to be about unexpected moments in life..like chance encounters. But I haven't figured out how to tie it all together.â Trent raised his eyebrow, coming to a realization. âKinda like us, yeah?â You shot him a look but there was something in his eyes that made your heart feel like it may burst out of your chest. âMaybeeeâŚâ
He picked up a bottle, wafting it in the air. âWhat's this one?â
âThat's bergamot,â you said, walking over to stand next to him. âIt smells fresh. I was gonna use it to represent the first time we met.â Trent looked down at you, surprised. âThe train?â You nodded, âYeah..when you had on that ridiculous outfit.â
He grinned, looking into your eyes, making you feel butterflies. âYeah, yeah. I remember.â Trent picked up another scent. âWhat about this one?â
âThat's cardamom. From when we saw each other at the cafĂŠ.â He brought his hands up to your face, faintly tracing the outline of the cupid's bow on your lip with his thumb. âand Paris?â
You picked up two bottles, one pistachio, and the other ylang-ylang. âI thought these could represent Paris.â His expression softened as he leaned in to kiss you.Â
âParis was nice.â
âYeah..it was,â you agreed, pressing your lips to his for a kiss. At that moment, it felt like a missing piece of you had just connected back to you. Trent pulled away from you slowly, âYâknow what's missing?â
â...What?â
He leaned in, his voice low. âAn aftershave. Something for me.â You burst out laughing. âAre you being serious right now?â He shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. âYeah..you said I need to step my game up. Let me be your muse or something.â You gave him a teasing look, "Oh, now you want to be helpful?â
âI'm just saying..I'll test it out. Iâll bring it to all my matches. Just for you.â You rolled your eyes, still laughing at him. âMaybe I will.â
The air between you thickened, not from the scents surrounding you, but from something far deeper. Something that was undeniably felt yet still unspoken. The quiet understanding that every moment you shared with Trent had woven itself into something you couldn't explain. You didnât feel like you were even close to defining what the two of you were. Yet, the gravitational pull between you was so strong, so sincere. It wasn't just attraction or a coincidence, it was like the universe took these random moments and stitched them together.Â
You looked at him, so calm and comfortable in your space, your world. His fingers brushed against a glass bottle with the same ease he carried with everything else. His presence wasn't loud or overwhelming. But it lingered, like the perfect note of a scent that stays with you after it fades from the air. It felt like you were both waiting for something you couldn't name.Â
Love was just like that.Â
Soft at first, barely noticeable. Like the first trace of a perfume in the air, you might even miss it if you weren't paying attention. But just like the notes of a carefully crafted scent...it settles into you. It deepens, wrapping itself around you until it becomes something you can't imagine being without. Love didn't need to be loud to be transformative. It didn't need grand gestures or declarations. Sometimes it simply shows up quietly, filling in spaces between words and moments. It changes you in ways you don't see coming.Â
Every laugh, playful nudge, and quiet glance had woven into something deeper...even if neither of you had spoken it out loud yet.Â
âI don't know how this happened,â you whispered, your voice trembling as you looked up at him. âIt feels likeââÂ
He nodded, his hand brushing lightly against yours. âLike we weren't supposed to meet any other way.â It felt like fate had nudged you into each other's paths.
Every missed chance or twist of time was always meant to bring you..
Right here.
When love feels like magic, it's called destiny. When destiny has a sense of humor, it's Serendipity.
i think this may have dethroned ch 3 as my fav..feeling very lovey dovey atm đď¸ if you made it this far, thank you for reading! feel free to share any thoughts in my inbox.
#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander x reader#trent alexander arnold smut#footballer x y/n#football imagine#trent alexander arnold imagine#taa x reader#taa
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When you (generic, universal) talk about theories about the end of Season 2 and Aziraphale going to Heaven, you often run up against either:
taking everything at face value to the point of ignoring that some details contradict one another
or
accidentally nullifying major emotional, plot, and character beats by implying that they Didn't Really Happen.
A lot of the differences in analyses, especially ones that I like (LOL), can be explained by the fact that we're analyzing a character who is experiencing massive cognitive dissonance and believes a number of contradictory things at once.
Nobody is wrong to point out Aziraphale's need to Belong to a Good Cause, which makes his acceptance of the Supreme Archangel position entirely in-character; nobody is wrong to point out Aziraphale's anxiety around the Metatron, which indicates that he may have been coerced.
Did Aziraphale go back to Heaven because he's afraid of what will happen if he keeps refusing, or because the Metatron made an implicit threat? Did he go back to Heaven because he's vulnerable to flattery and wants to feel important? Did he go back to Heaven because he thought it would be a way to be permanently safe with Crowley? Or did he go back because he missed belonging to something Good, something bigger than himself? All of the above. It's all of them.
Yes, even though it's incredibly dissonant to believe a system that he KNOWS is dangerous and coercive can accomplish true Goodness, that is in fact his belief.
Admittedly, this is no one I follow - just random comments I see around from people I don't know very well - but it seems like some people out there are assuming Aziraphale can't possibly be making any plans to do anything remotely intelligent, because this would mean that he is already aware that Heaven is bad and would therefore leave no room for character growth.
Except no, that's not necessarily what it means. In fact, the cognitive dissonance is the main thing he is going to have to resolve. Having that dissonance - the belief that Heaven's ideals are genuine, along with the understanding that Heaven is dangerous and needs to be carefully manipulated - is what will move his plot forward. Mindless obedience wouldn't progress his story any more than magic brainwashing coffee would, and it would be equally inconsistent with his story and motivations so far.
The dissonance is the point. And part of the dissonance is that he already knows Heaven is dangerous - he just hasn't accepted what that means yet. It would make sense for him to simultaneously try to work within Heaven's system and watch his own back.
Also, only partly related: Neil might write a story about how the worst people exploit the need to belong and to be Good. He might write a story about how we have to become our own greater good. He might write a story about how to rebuild after you discover your greater good is not so great or good after all. He is not going to write a story about how having any faith or trust in something objectively bigger and stronger than yourself makes you a stupid clown who is wrong about literally everything and shouldn't have even tried.
Let Aziraphale fuck up. He needs to and he will. Whatever plans he was making in that elevator won't actually succeed. But give him credit where it's due.
Edited to add: And you know what? When he fucks up, he's going to get through it. And then he's going to do the right thing. And he's going to get it right when it matters the most.
#good omens#good omens 2 spoilers#go s2 spoilers#aziraphale#I am like SO SENSITIVE about Aziraphale because look#during the Final Fifteen he is the one saying the more hurtful things#and he is the one being misled back to an objectively bad place#but he is trying SO SO HARD#and I see myself in how incredibly hard he's trying
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A thousand roses
~ Cassian X Fem!Reader
Summary: Every day you curse the books that gave you unrealistically high expectations of men. Sure you were going to be single forever until you meet Cassian. Adamant he wants to take you on a date, Cassian does his best to impress.
Warning: â ď¸ Reading this may give you unrealistically high expectations of men â ď¸
Actual warnings: Lots of sex talk and inferences to sex but no actual smut!
âAnd then he made her orgasm three times! Three! The last guy I was with didnât even manage to squeeze one out of me!â
Upon finishing your latest read, you just couldnât help but give a very detailed review of exactly what you thought about it to your co-worker. A packed cafe in Velaris during the middle of the day was probably not the most appropriate location to shout about your sex life, but you just had to share how the smut filled pages had left you more satisfied than any man had ever done.
Jadis snorted into the steaming hot tea she was drinking, liquid spilling everywhere, âIâm telling you girl, you just need to get out there, kiss a few frogs to find your prince. I donât know how many more of your smut reviews I can take. Itâs not natural to be this turned on at work.â
You hummed in response, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the pages of your book, âBut thatâs the problem. Iâm too picky to go for a frog!â You blame the hundreds of books in your library at home for that, millions of perfect fictional men literally at your fingertips. âReal men just donât do it for me anymore.â
This statement was confirmed as you miserably scanned your eyes over the customers in the cafe, none of the males present seeming to stick out to you meet any of your self-imposed standards. You only had yourself and your books to blame for your lack of a relationship.
âIâm just never going to find anyone! Forever reading in my house wishing I was at the mercy of one of my book boyfriendsâ you sighed, not wanting to seem downhearted but you just couldnât help it. Velaris just so happened to be a haven for beautiful relationships, everywhere you turned youâd see interlocked hands, affectionate hugs and the occasional heated exchange of kisses. You could only wish that one day youâd be in the same boat as them, overwhelmingly in love with someone who you could call your own. Thereâs a reason the night court was so affectionately called the court of dreams.
Jadis reeled in your wandering mind, âWell darling, I hope you enjoy forever fantasising about sex rather than having it. I for one canât wait to take Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome for a spin.â
She was referring to the moderately attractive male who had asked her out the other day during the preparation of his morning coffee. In your opinion, it wasnât the most romantic scene. Though Jadis hadnât been on a date in a long while and so in her own words she was going to implode if she didnât get a good fuck in soon. So who were you to judge.
The bell above the cafe door twinkled, ending the conversation about your book and pathetic love life. Your eyes travelled to the cafe entrance and stopped when they landed on the biggest male you had ever seen. The Illyrian walked through the door, having to duck his head and draw his wings in to fit through the much smaller frame. His presence in the cafe was enough for you to lift your head from where it was sat in your palm, interest peaked.
There was no doubt that this Illyrian was one of the most attractive males you have ever seen. His long brown hair was pulled back messily into a bun. You didnât normally like the rough, slightly barbarian-esque type, typically preferring your males to be more clean-cut. It was clear this man didnât look like most males. No, he looked as if he had just stepped out of one of your deliciously sinful smut books.
He began to approach the counter, his body taking up so much space that he bumped into tables, displacing the drinks of customers who were grasping at the mugs and glasses to try and prevent them from spilling at the earthquake caused by this ginormous man. He apologised to each of them as he moved but kept his eyes locked ahead. Locked on you.
Your friend, noticing the effect this man had on you, spun around and immediately started acting as if she was busy with another job, leaving you to serve him in your hypnotised state.
âJust a coffee please loveâ he said, pulling you from your stupor as he finally came to a stop at the counter. Mother, even his voice was hot. It was resonant and also bore the twinge of gruffness which left goosebumps on your arms in its wake. There was no doubt everything about this man oozed pure sex appeal. You were too mesmerised to move, brain not registering that he had asked you to do your job. Instead, like a besotted fool, you stayed stood behind your counter, feet rooted to the ground.
âYou alright there gorgeous?â The unbelievably good looking male asked, roguishly handsome smile growing on his face, clearly aware of the effect he has on you. This spurred you to move, the stacked cups surrounding you rattling at your sudden movement. âCoffee! Right. Yes, of course!â Managing to squeak a few words out, you turned around to busy yourself with making the coffee, hatred in your eyes as you glared at Jadis who left you stranded making coffee for this very handsome man whoâs looks alone were doing very strange things to you and making you think very indecent things. Jadis, undeterred by your glare, wiggled her eyebrows at you, grin stretched across her face, beaming from ear to ear.
With shaky hands, you finish up with making his coffee and without turning around, afraid youâd accidentally start professing your undying love to him if you did, you ask, âany sugar?â
His honey coated voice replies, âNo thanks, Iâve already got my eye on something sweeter.â You ignored the sight of your friendâs head snapping speedily to look at you in glee. Heat burning across your cheeks, you turn back to face him, avoiding the manâs eyes.
Hands still shaking, you place the coffee in front of him and wait for him to pay. The sooner he leaves the sooner you can gossip with your Jadis about him and moan about your inability to act normal in front of incredibly attractive men. He pulls out the money from his pocket and places it on the counter, pushing it towards you, but before you can take it from him he drags it back in his direction, finger holding it in place. âHow about you and I go out together sometime sweetheart? Youâre obviously desperate to.â
At this, the lovesick fog that had been swimming in front of your eyes since this man had entered the cafe dissipated. Rose-tinted glasses off you noticed that the smile that adorned his face was more of a cocky smirk. His confidence and tone of voice told you that he asks this question a lot and most likely always gets the answer he desires. It was clear this man wasnât the personification of one of your book males come to life. He was just another playboy.
Not wanting to just be another name on the list for this man, you slid the money out from under his hand, sickly sarcastic smile on your face, and said, âI think Iâll pass thanks sweetheart.â
The males smirk promptly fell from his face in shock, clearly not expecting, nor used to rejection. He sputtered out a few buts and whats, flirty demeanour forgotten, a slightly pathetic butt-hurt one taking its place. This was definitely a man not used to losing.
âHave a nice day!â You enthusiastically, and very satirically, finished this interaction before walking away to busy yourself with clearing some now empty tables in the cafe. Wings hung low in defeat, the man at the counter left the cafe, bell ringing as he exited. This surprised you, having expected him to put up a little more of a fight, but nonetheless you were glad that it was over with. Cursing yourself for falling for just another pretty face, standards forgotten.
âWhat?!â Your friend screamed running over to you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you vigorously as if you had lost all senses. Unafraid of scaring off the customers who still sat in the cafe, some clearly entertained by the whole event which had transpired. âDo you know who that was? Oh Y/N he was totally into you! Why did you say no?â
âBecause he was looking at me as if I was a piece of meat! And no, I have no idea who he was and unlike you I donât go jumping on every stranger who asks me out at workâ You brushed Jadis off of you and started taking the dirty glasses back behind the counter to be washed, your friend hot on your heels not wanting to finish this conversation just yet.
âThat was Cassian!â She continued, expression as if it should have been obvious to you who the Illyrian male was. âGood for himâ you replied, no idea why it should matter to you who he was, clearly if Jadis and the few interested by standers in the cafe knew who he was he had quite the reputation in Velaris. Surely that mustnât be a good thing.
âCassian? Lord of bloodshed? General and Commander of the Night Courtâs army?â She continued, seriously not convinced you could have absolutely no idea about him.
You snorted, âIâm sorry, no one actually has that many titles unless theyâre from a book⌠or if they just have a very large egoâ.
Jadis groaned, hands fisting her hair in exasperation, âY/N heâs like totally hot and totally loaded and super important! And he was so checking you out!â You could tell all this was upsetting your friend who was most definitely hoping you were about to get some much needed action, but all you could do was shrug, âIâm sorry babe but Iâm a romantic, itâs going to take more than pet names and a stupidly attractive face to gain my interest.â
Giving up, Jadis dropped her hands from her head in acceptance, disappointment clear on her face, âI know, but donât come running back to me to complain how unsatisfied you are when that Illyrian god was basically throwing himself at you.â
After the topic of the male was dropped, your day continued as normal, whilst Jadis had promised not to bring it up again but you couldnât help but notice the angry glances your friend kept throwing your way during the last few hours of your shift, distressed that you had let a man go who had seemed perfectly acceptable in her opinion.
At the end of your shift, in an attempt to get her to understand where you were coming from, you slid your book towards her, âHere. Read it and then maybe youâll understand what I mean.â She picked it up, looking at the cover eyes bulging at the title, âBound in chains? Really?â
âTrust me, sit down with a large glass of wine and read it. Youâre going to love it!â
With that the two of you locked up the cafe, book secure in Jadisâs bag. You said your goodbyes at the door and headed your seperate ways, all thoughts of the handsome man from earlier in the day long gone. Upon your arrival at home, you wandered to your favourite room in the house, your library, wanting to select a new read to cosy up with for the evening.
Approaching your shelf that you reserved exclusively for books you had bought but had yet to read, you pulled one out by its spine, eyes glancing over the cover. The cover which bore the image of a large, well-muscled man, whose long brown hair flowed freely over his shoulders. Eyes blowing wide and blush returning to your cheeks you shoved the book back onto the shelf. Thoughts drifting back to the Illyrian with the same looks who had been flirting with you earlier. Maybe youâd be better off reading a safe fantasy book tonight. Or better yet a book that had no man in at all, although that would be a rare find in your library.
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âI am a changed womenâ
Returning to work the next day, you were greeted by Jadis smiling, bouncing up and down on her feet, and holding your book in her hands.
âI take it you liked it then?â
âLiked it?âJadis squealed, âit was like reading pure porn. I loved itâ
You laughed along side her, of course Jadis would read an entire book and focus on the porn rather than the actual plot of it.
âTruly I did,â she continued, rushing about and gathering her things, âand I would love to stay behind now my shift has finished to talk about it but I have to go home and get ready for Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome, maybe tonight I can try out some of those moves I read about!â She winked at you, handing over your book before rushing out of the cafe with an excitable âWish me luck!â
Work had been very quiet today, allowing you time to sit and read your newest book. After finishing a simple fantasy last night you were left unsatisfied by the lack of enjoyment it provided when it came to the physical romance. Needing more, you had selected one of the filthiest books you could find.
Engrossed in the pages, plot thickening by the minute, you were absorbed into the book. Only to be broken from its spell when the familiar chime rang of the bell rang out, signalling a customer had arrived. Rushing to finish the page before they reached the counter, your eyes flew over the words before you finally reached the end of the page. Enabling you to look up from behind your book only to see Cassian standing before you, lips formed into a cautious smile. As if unsure of how youâd react to his presence after yesterday.
âCoffee?â You ask, eyebrows raised, placing your book down before standing up from the stool you were sat on behind the counter.
âPlease if you donât mind, but donât let me stop you from finishing âFated Frenzyâ⌠cauldron do women really read books like this?â Cassian exclaimed, picking up your book and flicking through the pages, holding it out of reach so you couldnât snatch it back.
Clenching your fists together as you glared at him you replied, âwell if only men knew how to actually please a woman then we wouldnât have to.â
âMaybe you just havenât found the right man then,â Cassian mumbled, focus still on the book that was dwarfed in his large hands. He must have reached a particularly risquĂŠ part as his eyes widened slightly, tongue peaking out from between his lips. Now as he spoke, reading from your book, he wore a large grin, âI mean not every man has a cock that looks as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves.â
You scowled, now managing to take hold of the book grasped in one of his large hands and snatched it back. ���Iâve certainly never met a man like thatâ you replied as you slammed your book back onto the counter and moved off to make his coffee so he could leave you to read in peace.
âDonât want to check sweetheart?â He teased from behind your back, clearly trying to get you as flustered as he had managed to yesterday. Pleased at your banter. Not wanting to give him what he wants, and definitely not wanting to turn around to see his stupidly handsome smirking face looking back at you, you replied from over your shoulder while you were busy finishing his drink, âit doesnât take a fool to know the spymaster has a larger wingspan. Now his Iâd like to see.â
You heard the catch of his breath, causing him to choke on air at what you had said, clearly not expecting your confident retort, and not saying anything at the discovery you do indeed know who he is all thanks to Jadis. Cheeks stretching into a grin of your own at his embarrassment, you turn and place his drink in front of him. Unlike yesterday, Cassian didnât even attempt to reach for his money before asking, âPlease, let me take you out somewhere niceâ.
Your smile dropped, head shaking slowly, âWhat classes as nice in your books? Other than a quick fuck behind the back of the building.â This comment made Cassianâs eyebrows knit together, not happy with the impression you had of him. âWhat will it take for you to understand Iâm serious? That I want to take you on a date to get to know you.â He sounded earnest youâd give him that.
âI donât know ok! I just know that Iâm not going to say yes to a man I donât even know who asked me out while I was just doing my job.â
He stretched out his hand, trying to meet yours which was resting on the counter but you pulled away before any contact could be made. âI want to get to know you, if youâll let me. Likes, dislikes, good bits, bad bits, everything.â
âI- I donât know Cassian, I just donât think this is going to work.â
âWhat will it take?â He begged, eyes desperate.
âFor you to be like one of themâ you said, nodding your head towards your book.
âAn overly sexual alpha male?â He said, confused as to what you were actually referring to. This made a small laugh escape from your lips, âNo thatâs just a bonus. Iâm sorry Cassian, I just dream about being swept of my feet by a man that acts like one of them. Romantic, sweet, not asking out every other woman they see.â
âI can be romanticâ Cassian said defensively, âI can be incredibly romanticâ
Wanting to get this interaction over with you decided just to agree with him. âIâm sure you can Cassian, no doubt thereâs a very lucky woman waiting for you somewhereâ.
You werenât sure it was possible for his brows to furrow any more than they already were, âIâll prove it to you. Prove that Iâm all in on this. Youâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever laid eyes on and Iâm not going to let you go that easily.â Determined look plastered on his face Cassian grabbed his coffee and walked towards the door pulling the it open, bell chiming, and before he stepped outside he called back to you, âIâll see you soon gorgeous, you better be ready for meâ and with that Cassian left, the cafe silent apart from the bell still ringing, the sound helping you realise that Cassian was real and that interaction did actually happen.
It was only five minutes later, when your wild thoughts were tamed by another customer entering did you realise that Cassian never even paid for his drink.
~~~~~
âY/N!â Cassian shouted bustling through the tables to reach you as he entered your work once more. Shock flooded your system, he had learnt your name from when you last spoke to him two days ago. After causing a ruckus, and spilling many drinks onto poor unsuspecting customers laps, he reached the counter where you were stood waiting for him.
âWhat are you-â you started angrily, worried he would scare away valued customers. Though you were interrupted by Cassian whose arm, which was hiding behind his back, shot out revealing the largest bouquet of flowers youâve ever seen.
He held them out expectantly, waiting for you to take them but your suprise had you rooted to the spot. Familiar with your freezing by now, Cassian impatiently shook the bouquet in your face, movement bringing your thoughts back to the present. Still not taking them, not quite believing something so beautiful could be gifted to you, you spoke, âTheyâre lovely Cassian but you just cut right in front of Matilda who was here first!â Cassianâs features faltered as he dropped the bouquet in disappointment.
Matilda , the lovely little old fae who frequented your cafe, leaned around Cassianâs broad figure so she could see you, âitâs alright Y/N! Take the damn flowers and talk to the man!â
Cassian thanked the older women and stuck out the flowers once more. âFor you,â he said encouragingly, willing you to accept the gift, âI told you Iâd prove myself to you. Iâm here for a date.â By this point you had been stood there for a ridiculous time causing your Jadis to stretch her arm past you and grab the flowers smirking as she says, âThank you Cassian, theyâre beautiful, Y/N loves them. Lillies are her favourite, how did you know?â Winking as she walked off with the bouquet it was clear Cassian has been getting some insider information from the mouth of your best friend.
The Illyrian nodded his head at your friend gratefully and you finally rediscovered the ability to speak, âThank you, but if youâre here for a date Iâm sorry I canât help you, this is my work Cas, I have to do my job.â
âPfft bit presumptuous Iâm here for a date with youâ
At that your face fell slightly before you quickly returned you expression to normal, not wanting Cassian to know his words had an effect on you. Surely he wouldnât bring you flowers just to have a date with another woman in your workplace. Was this some twisted way to try and make you jealous?
Flirty expression on his face Cassian adjusted where he was stood and flung his arm around Matilda who began to blush, âHave to find out everything I can about you from my beautiful date Matilda here! One coffee for me and one of whatever my darling date would likeâ he said, making Matilda giggle before asking for her usual. Relief flooding you body, your lips twitched and you began to make their order, âmy, my, Matilda. I have to say I expected better in your taste of menâ.
âWoah woah no need to tell her,â Cassian joked, âdonât want this hot commodity to leave me for something betterâ he finished, winking at Morgana who looked as happy as if it was Solstice morning. Grabbing the finished drinks you had placed before him, he headed to a table, coming back once the drinks were down to walk Matilda to her chair, but not before placing his money on the counter, saying, âMoneys there for the other day by the way, Iâll speak to you later.â
Cassian must have sat talking with Matilda for hours, watched closely by you from the corner of your eye as you worked, customer after customer coming and going. Finally when the rush had died down and your shift was coming to an end, the two who had been huddled together gossiping over more than a few coffees, hot chocolates and cakes stood to take their leave. Or more accurately, Matilda was taking her leave. Cassian had said his goodbyes bending down to give Matilda a big hug and then scooped their empty plates and cups into his arms before walking towards you.
There wasnât enough time for him to place the items down on the counter before you watched as Matilda lay a firm smack to his backside before giggling, âIâll see you later hot stuff.â Lucky not to break any cups, Cassian jumped, flying forwards and dropping them all onto the counter before you, eyes terrified.
You couldnât help but chuckle, placing the cups the right way up before checking on the male, âyou alright there hot stuff?â
âOh donât even start. That womanâs got one strong slapâ he whined, hand rubbing his ass to relieve some of the pain.
âDonât act like thatâs not how all your dates endâ you goaded, cheeks twinging at the effort to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.
âTrust me gorgeous, if any of my actual dates ended like that I wouldnât be complainingâ he winked at you, all the while pulling a napkin out of its holder to help you clean his mess from the counter.
As you watched him clean, you couldnât help but admire the way his brows slightly furrow when heâs concentration, noting the way his focused mouth tilts to once side, tongue slightly poking from between his lips. He was handsome there was no denying it.
âWill you walk me home?â You blurted, snapping your mouth shut and internally cursing yourself for asking such a ridiculous thing, digging yourself into an even deeper hole you continued, âitâs only that the flowers you got me are so big⌠and I have all my other thingsâŚandâŚuh..â
âY/N, I would love to walk you homeâ
âGreat! Iâll just um, go and grab my stuffâ
You turned, heading towards the cloakroom, only to be met by Jadis, bag and bouquet in hand. She shoved them eagerly into your arms squealing, âgo get him girl!â Hands pressed against your back, she forced you to move forwards until you were in front of Cassian, âdonât have too much fun you twoâ she said now guiding you both from the cafe, tripping and stumbling over each others feet as Jadisâs excitement led to some very firm shoving.
~~~~~
Once outside in one piece, no thanks to Jadis, Cassian plucked the flowers from your arms allowing you to swing the strap of your book-filled bag over your shoulders. Timidness now overcame you, what were you supposed to say to him now? Had asking him to walk you home seemed too desperate?
âSo what are you reading now? Not another book about a poor sexually frustrated female?â He asked, breaking your panicked thoughts as he walked side by side with you.
âNo sex this time,â you giggled lightly, âthis oneâs about a man who sacrificed his kingdom for his true loveâ
âYou really like that stuff huh?â Cassian spoke softly to you, he sounded like he was truly interested in finding out exactly how your brain worked, âthat true love and romantic gestures shit?â
âItâs not shitâ you defended, âsometimes it helps me not feel so alone. Reading about all these grand gestures and things people do for the ones they love.â
Cassian cleared his throat awkardly, his hand which was not holding the flowers moving up to scratch at his head, âand youâre into that? Romantic gestures?â
âItâs hard not to be. Pretty sure itâs every girls dream to be swept of their feet and fall as deeply as characters do in books.â Cassian was nodding along to what you were saying but his eyes showed he was lost in thought. It was your turn to draw him from his head, âyou never done anything romantic for your ladies Cas?â
His name on your lips seemed to work, the clouds of thought in his eyes fading as he turned his gaze from the road ahead to you, âI guess Iâve normally always thought that just me is enoughâ. He didnât say this to be cocky or narcissistic, you could tell. You didnât mean to make him feel shame over the situation, you had been genuinely curious. Perhaps a little jealous at the thought of Cassian putting in just as much work into chasing other women as he has been with you.
âThatâs ok. I think romance is more reserved for the pages of books these days than in actual realityâ
Not a fan of where this conversation had turned to Cassian did his best to lift the mood, âIâm not surprised you think that if all your books were like that one I caught you reading. Heck where are you meant to find a overprotective god of war with who hates everyone but the lowly daughter of an inventor and they go on to have insane - and totally not physically possible by the way- sex!â
You scrunched your face, âCassian thereâs no way you were able to get all that from one pageâŚOh cauldron! You read the book! You read Fatal Frenzy!â
As if only now realising what he said to you, a flustered Cassian tried to provide you with lame excuses as to how he knew that information until it was clear you werenât going to let it go. After about five minutes of listening to your constant prodding, poking and teasing as you walked, Cassian caved, âFine! Fine, I read it ok. I was curious as to how he was going to put his god level cock to use!â
By this point you were full on cackling, having to stop your walking to put a hand on your stomach at the thought of this mountain of a man sitting down to read a devilishly smutty book. âI have to sayâ, you gasped out in-between giggles, âIâm surprised you can even readâ.
Cassian acted out the most overdramatic reaction to your words, his hands flew to his heart, bouquet still in his grasp, and released loud, exaggerated noises of pain and cries of just how horrible you were. People had began to stop in the street, wondering why the Lord of Bloodshed was acting as though he had just been shot. Rolling your eyes and wanting the attention off the two of you, you elbowed his side prompting him to stop, âcareful youâll crush my flowers if you die any wilder.â
Charming grin of his face, Cassian looked down at you, âwe wouldnât want that would we? Not when a super hot guy went through the effort of finding out your favourite flowers for you.â
âYouâre crazyâ you said in dismissal, continuing to walk in the direction of your home.
âYour kind of crazy?â A hopeful tone in Cassianâs voice.
âI havenât quite decided yetâ you said honestly. You couldnât deny that Cassian was already proving himself to you more than any man has. No one had ever bought you flowers before and no male had ever attempted to read a book you were reading for your attention.
âWell you just let me know when you doâ Even the way Cassian looked at you made you melt.
âYouâll be the firstâ gentle smile on your face. Nerves building in you once more as you thought about what going further with the man next you you would entail.
Content to let you walk lost in your thoughts, Cassian didnât try to force any conversation. A natural peace fell between the two of you, the silence not an awkward one. It wasnât until you neared the outside of your house that you broke the silence, âWell, this is meâ.
Nodding Cassian passed you the bouquet. For the first time you looked at the flowers and really admired them, admired the fact this man had gone out his way to go to your friend and make sure he got your favourite ones.
âThank you Cassian,â you said, laying a kiss onto his stubbled cheek, âtheyâre beautiful.â
Cassianâs usual confidence gone, it was his turn to blush. Shyly, he tried his luck again, âso about that date?â
You walked over to your door, pulling out your key, turning back to Cassian, twinkle in your eyes, you said, âask me again tomorrowâ.
âThat wasnât a no!â He said, confidence rushing back into him. As you entered your house and peaked through the window behind your curtains you couldnât help but watch Cassian, beam on his face, as he jumped on the spot. A small celebration that you hadnât fully rejected him once more. A matching grin on your face as you observed him, you stayed watching until he took off from the ground, large angelic wings spread, wondering what in Prythian was this man doing to you and what sinful things youâd like to do with those wings.
~~~~~
You were sorely disappointed over the course of the next week. Since that evening Cassian had walked you home to the cafe he had not returned. Jadis tried to keep your thoughts positive, saying he was probably away on important Night Court business, being the General of its army and all. After being the one to speak to Cassian about you she was adamant that he was undoubtedly in love with you and he wouldnât leave you hanging.
It was hard though, when the eighth day of his absence rolled round, not to think that he had found someone more interesting to pursue. Someone who didnât make him work as hard for their affections. Your mood was so glum that you didnât even have the heart to read. Why read about love when youâre not sure you believe in it anymore?
You had spent days wondering what you had done wrong. Had you been too forward? Or did he find your obsession with males that werenât real a little too bizarre? You did your best not to dwell on it but it was so hard not to, the flowers you had placed in a vase on the side table in your library, right next to your reading chair, still flourished beautifully, a constant reminder of the man who crashed into your life only to leave it in shambles.
So here you were, sat on the stool in the cafe, your thoughts being the only thing to keep you busy due to your sudden lack of interest in reading. It had been another quiet day, but it wasnât long now until Jadis would arrive, you had opened the cafe for her after she asked for a favour so she could spend the night at Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsomeâs, whoâs name you had learnt was Arthur. Happy that even if your love life was crumbling, at least Jadisâs was blooming. However, you were thankful you werenât actually supposed to be working today, not sure if you could survive another shift listening to her unintentionally boast about how perfect Arthur was and how good he is at sex.
So you sat there and waited for her arrival, desperate to go home and crawl into your bed. Without your typical reading to do, you found yourself spending most of your free time sleeping, wasting away the hours you didnât know what to do with yourself in.
It was finally an hour after the time she had promised to be in for, when Jadis flew into the cafe, bell ringing aggressively at her sudden entrance. Running to where you were at the counter, coat and bags in hand, she was profusely apologising over and over for her tardiness.
âYou must have had a good night with Mr Handsomeâ you teased, trying not to let your slight annoyance at you still being here show. Confusion flashed across her face before she quickly corrected it in realisation, âOh yeah! Totally great sex, every womanâs dream. Hugeeee dick.â
Opening your mouth, ready to ask her about her odd behaviour, she pulled you from your stool before you could talk. Dragging you out from behind the work area, saying âCome on Y/N itâs your day off, donât want to be here any longer than you have to be!â
Now you defiantly knew something was off, Jadis typically keeping you an hour in-between shifts to catch you up on everything that has happened since the day before. âJadis, whatâs going on?â You asked cautiously, had something happened between her and Arthur? No. Jadis would definitely tell you if that was the case, or maybe she just didnât want to make you any more depressed than you already were. Still in that strange tone of voice, Jadis kept pushing you to leave, âNothings wrong! Iâm fine. Now leave, you still have the whole day to do something, go read one of your smut books!â
This confirmed she was definitely hiding something, knowing that you havenât picked up a book for the past week after listening to your incessant complaining about the matter. If you werenât so desperate to leave and go rot in bed for the rest of the day you would have stayed and forced whatever it is she was hiding out of her. You decided that was tomorrowâs job, when you had a nice six hour shift together where she couldnât avoid your pestering.
Shrugging on your coat and promising to yourself youâd find out what she was dodging tomorrow, you left the cafe. Turning your head around to look back through the windows only to be met with Jadis and her crazed eyes watching, as if making sure you were walking in the direction of your house. Unsettled, you followed the streets leading home, praying to the Mother that your friend was alright and you werenât about to have to kill a man for upsetting her.
Finally, you arrived at your door, turning the key in the lock you were startled to discover the door was already unlocked. You were exhausted when you left that morning but you could have sworn you werenât so tired that youâd risk your property and your safety like that.
Fear now coursing through your veins, you quietly pushed your door open, scared you would alert anyone in your house that you were there and something bad would ensue. The fae lights in your hallway were all lit, softly casting a warm glow over your home. You stepped inside, and instead of your foot meeting the usual plush of your carpet it was met with a slight crunch.
Casting your eyes to the ground you gasped. There were hundreds of rose petals scattered across your floor, leading towards each of your rooms. Following the trail, you made it through to the entrance of your living room, if your jaw dropped any lower you were sure itâd hit the floor.
The entire room looked as if it had been covered in a red blanket, a sea of roses covering the entirety of your room to the point where you couldnât actually see anything that wasnât a deep shade of red.
By this point your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure you could feel your eyes watering, the hundreds of roses placed around you getting blurrier and blurrier. But there was no sign of the man you were sure had placed them.
Turning around you sped into each of your rooms, wanting nothing more than to find Cassian and throw your arms around him. Each room the same as the last, filled to the brim with the most beautiful roses. Lillies may once have been your favourite flowers but you think the kind-hearted man, who had wormed his way into your heart, may have just changed your mind. Roses were perfect.
Still no Illyrian insight you flung open the door to your library. Room decorated just as over the top as the others. And there in the centre of it all, sat waiting for you to return home, is Cassian. He stood quickly, treading on some of the flowers placed by his feet.
âHow?â You asked, voice cracking as you tried to hold the tears at bay.
âIt wasnât easy, Jadis let me in.â Cassian said lightheartedly from where he stood across the room, too far from you for your liking, âIâm sorry Iâve been gone so long. I wanted to do this the day after we last spoke but I guess I didnât actually think about the logistics of getting thousands of roses delivered.â
You stayed silent, heart overwhelmingly filled with love for the man before you, the man who had spent the past week getting a thousand roses just to ask you on a date. Taking your silence for something bad, Cassian began to ramble, âMy brother Azriel - the spymaster - he helped tooâŚI wanted to make sure itâd be done in time. Itâs a mess I get it, Iâm sorry, Iâll clear it all out for you I just-â
You cut him off, tears now flowing freely down your red hot cheeks, hands trembling, âitâs perfect Cassian. NobodyâŚnobody has ever done anything like this for meâ At the sign of your tears Cassian made to make his way towards you but was stopped by the fact he just didnât know where to place his foot without ruining all his hard work.
âClearly I didnât think this through very wellâ he mumbled, arms out to keep him balanced and preventing him from falling. Not wanting to spend a minute more away from him after having to suffer through a whole week, you ran, roses be damned right into his arms. Throwing yourself at his muscled body as he caught you, pulling you close to his chest in midair.
âYouâre crazy!â you exclaimed, head tucked into his neck as you rested it on his shoulder.
Cassian placed you down gently, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist but he wanted to look into your eyes for this, âyour kind of crazy?â His eyes held that same hopeful desperation that they had when he last asked you out.
âHell yeahâ and with that you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and connected his lips to yours.
The kiss was like nothing you had ever read before in one of your books. It was everything and more. A fire ignited within you, burning hotter and hotter and you just kept needing more. Cassian the fuel to your fire and you were sure that as long as you had him with you it was a flame that would never die out.
It was a messy clash of teeth and tongues, both of you uncaring of how sloppily and uncoordinated were kissing. All you knew was you needed each other like the pages of a book needed ink. You kissed and you kissed, hands wandering until you werenât sure which parts belonged to Cassian and which to yourself.
The need to breathe forgotten, you continued. Hands running over his back which was rippled in muscles before reaching around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he picked you up once more.
It was only when the need for air was so overwhelming that you had no other option to pull away that you did. Heads pressed together, lips still slightly touching, a trail of saliva linking the two of you together. Cassian continued to hold you in his arms as if you were nothing but a feather, catching his breath he finally began to speak, âSo about that date then?â
You giggled, pulling him even closer to you by his neck and laying a soft peck on his lips before drawing away to give your answer, Cassianâs mouth chasing after yours, âIf this is how you ask me, I canât wait to see what you have planned for our first date. Hopefully you donât ignore me for a month whilst you prepare.â
Barking out a laugh Cassian placed you on the floor of roses, holding your hands to ensure you didnât stumble. He looked around the room, proud smile adorning his face, he first took in the roses which he had took so long in prepping, screaming at Azriel when he hadnât placed them down as he had pictured in his head. His gaze then swept your shelves, hundreds of books upon them.
âEver read about this in one of your books?â
âNope this is definitely a firstâ
His eyes landed on the book resting on your table, right next to the vase full of lilies he had originally given you, title in gold lettering along the front of the cover. Fated Frenzy. The book he had read because of you. You laughed as you spotted what he was staring at, his eyes travelling back to you, running up your body with hunger before finally settling on your eyes.
âYou into roleplay gorgeous?â
With those words he smashed his lips back onto yours. The promise of an exciting night ahead.
Here, standing in your library entwined with the Illyrian you decided all those characters you have read about were lacking in one thing you never even knew you needed.
They werenât Cassian.
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Notes: You have no idea how much I wanted to finish this fic with âAnd so Cassian didâ lol
Happy Valentines <3
#acotar#fanfic#cassian fic#cassian imagine#cassian x reader#cassian#cassian oneshot#a court of thorns and roses#acotar imagine
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"Do you know the walls of this cabin are paper-thin? Because we could hear everything last night," Zendaya sneered taking a sip from her coffee while looking directly at you.
"Oh my god, seriously?" you asked feeling your face grow warm recalling the events of last night. It wasn't like you and Tom weren't discreet about your sex life. You had sex. Lots of it. But it hadn't crossed your mind that maybe other people didn't want to know those details of your life. At least not when they didn't have a choice in the matter.
"What was he doing to you? Geez," she scoffed playfully looking out at the lake as the two of you enjoyed the morning sun on the patio. "You were not holding back, huh?" she teased again, chuckling a little this time.
"Well, if you must know. Tom-" you started saying, but she cut you off holding up her hand. She didn't want to hear more.
"I was just joking. I don't actually want you to tell me," she scrunched her face making a disgusted look. She had a vivid imagination and an idea of what had happened in that room. She wasn't going to tell you that though.
"Oh please, don't act like you haven't thought about it before," it's like you read her mind. You looked right at her waiting to see her reaction.
Her eyes bulged and she held on to her coffee mug tighter. "Thought about what?" she asked furrowing her brows.
"Tom," you smirked crossing your legs after noticing her reaction. You leaned back on the chair as you closed your eyes feeling the breeze on your face.
Zendaya shook her head dismissing your comment.
"Come on. Tom is an attractive guy. I get it. I understand if you have thoughts about him," you raised a brow now cocking your head looking at her and waiting to see if she'd say something. But there was silence and that was telling enough.
-
"Babe, what do you think of Zendaya?" you asked throwing the decorative pillows off the bed and to the love seat in the room. You were ready to get in bed, but you were curious to know what Tom had to say about the conversation you'd had with Zendaya earlier.
"She's a good mate," he said nonchalantly, not thinking twice of your question. He continued rummaging through the drawer in the dresser you were sharing. He was looking for socks.
"She's a good mate? Tell me more," a hint of playfulness in your voice as you tossed a pillow at him before pulling the covers back and getting into bed.
Tom turned to look at you with shock. A hand went to the spot where the pillow hit him. "What was that for?" He asked dumbfounded closing the drawers, the pair of socks in his hand.
"I mean, do you think she's attractive?" you asked raising a brow waiting for his response.
"Well, yes. You'd have to be blind not to think that," he said bluntly and you laughed because he wasn't wrong. This is what you loved about him. He was so adorably cute and honest and you knew you could have this conversation with him - no awkwardness.
"Where's this coming from, love?" he asked joining you in bed. You were under the sheets as he laid on top of them resting his weight on his side as he saw you turn to look at the ceiling.
"She heard us last night. She asked what we were doing," you laughed recalling the conversation.
"So?"
"It just made me think..." your voice trailed off.
"About?" he pried placing a hand on your belly which urged you to look at him.
"Threesome," the word unfamiliar on your tongue, but oh so tempting.
"With Z?" he asked wanting clarification. Surely you couldn't have come to this conclusion from just a girls' talk with Zendaya. Who need not forget was probably one of the most proper and least into threesomes people he'd come to know. Or so he thought.
"I told her how you do that thing-" you started saying and Tom cut you off standing up from the bed and scrunching his face.
"Darling, it's bad enough she heard us. You had to go into detail?" he asked shutting his eyes. His face flushed.
"She acted like she didn't want to know, but trust me she wanted to know. I could see it in her face," you said pushing the sheets off you so you could sit on your knees as you watched Tom stand at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips.
"Here's the best part, she didn't deny thinking about it." You looked up at Tom sweetly as if you weren't just admitting one of his (and your) best friends had thought about having sex with him.
"So what do you want me to do with this information?" he asked now tilting his head.
"Nothing just wanted to let you know." You smirked and Tom shook his head chuckling a little before walking to you. He placed his hands on your face pulling you so your lips could touch. He kissed you tenderly as you placed your hands on his arms. Your heads tilted in opposite directions as your lips molded.
-
"We have a proposition," you exclaimed sitting in the same spot you'd sat with her yesterday. This time, it was later in the afternoon and there was something fruity in your cup. Your finger traced the rim of the glass as you looked at her.
Zendaya raised a brow taking a sit of her drink. "Yes?" she asked tilting her head.
"Would you care to join us...tonight?" you questioned, slouching back in your chair comfortably and nonchalantly. Like you weren't just asking your bestie to have a night of passion with both you and your man.
Zendaya gulped, but didn't respond. She looked out at the lake pondering your offer. She was curious. Of course she was curious. Especially after she, again, unintentionally heard you and Tom.
"I'll think about it," she finally replied looking at you. The sun reflecting off her eyes gloriously; you nodded in response.
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There was a soft knock at your door, you turned to look at Tom who shrugged his shoulders but carefully sat up in bed. He was shirtless and only wearing his boxers. The covers hid half his body in this new position. You slipped the covers off your body and walked to the door.
You knew who it was. There was no doubt in your mind, but you were surprised when you opened the door. It almost went swinging when Zendaya stepped into the room, her hands on your face, lips tenderly on yours. There was softness to her that Tom came very close to. Her lips pressed firmly on yours until you started to move your lips in sync backing up a little so you could close the door until she was pressed to it. Your bodies flushed against one another.
Tom cleared his throat and the two of you pulled away to see him watching.
"Sorry, I had to do that. Confidence boost, if we're going to do this." She glanced between you and Tom. Your gaze went to Tom who tapped the bed. "Come here," he said and you held Zendaya's hand as you approached the bed.
She sat down on your side of the bed, feet planted on the ground.
"We are all okay with this?" Tom asked and you both nodded. Zendaya's back still to Tom, she was looking at you. "Okay," he whispered and he inched closer to Zendaya.
You wedged yourself between her legs and her hands tentatively brushed up your thighs. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as her fingers traced the curve of your ass. You brought your hands down to her face bringing her lips to yours. This time, the kiss was slow and sensual. Lips moving with purpose.
Zendaya felt Tom's lips on her shoulder and shuddered at the new point of contact. His lips peppered kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. She moaned into your mouth and you happily swallowed it, tongues now mingling.
Tom's fingers pulled at her hair gently tilting her head to the side, his tongue running along the side of her neck. You pulled away from kissing her to straddle her. This gave you access to same area Tom was focusing on. You kissed her collarbone before slowly moving up to where Tom's mouth was.
Your tongues met as you licked up her neck. The two of you getting lost in a kiss, your hands held on to her lower back and Tom's hands held on to your ass pressing you closer to Z. She was sandwiched between the two of you. You came back from the kiss when you felt her squirm, her hands on Tom's urging you to move your hips. You did so gladly grinding on her thighs.
You went back to kissing Zendaya as Tom lowered the straps of her nightgown revealing her perky breasts. He cupped them as you continued moving your hips on hers, lips still locked. He palmed her breasts, thumb and index finger gently pinching her nipples eliciting a string of moans from Zendaya who was now matching your movements.
"You have too much clothes on," she whispered against your lips and you gave her one more kiss before getting off her. You pulled down your shorts and matching shirt revealing your naked body. You pushed back Zendaya pulling the rest of her dress down her legs, Tom sitting next to her body, hand running up her tight torso. You were almost drooling at the scene and before you could join again you looked at Tom.
"Take it off," you demanded and he quickly got off the bed to remove the only article of clothing he was wearing. The three of you now completely naked and fully anticipating what came next.
Zendaya was still laying down on the bed, Tom grabbed her arms raising them above her head. She looked up at him, her harden nipples calling your name. You hovered over her taking one in your mouth. You sucked gently before rotating your tongue on her nipple. Tom watched carefully, your ass on full display as you leaned over her. He reached out to give you a firm spank and your groan reverberated off Zendaya's nipple causing her to let out her own groan.
Your lips trailed down her torso until you were right above her pussy. She was dying of anticipation. Yeah, she wanted to know what Tom could do, but she was more curious about you. She always had and now you were between her thighs and she swore she could cum from just that sight.
"Fuck..." Zendaya hummed as your tongue made contact with her sensitive pussy. She was throbbing for you, the sensation only rising as Tom playing with her nipples, his tongue rotating about each bud. Your tongue was focusing on her clit now. Rotating before flicking. You sucked gently before licking. You repeated the same movements over and over holding her thighs open as you felt her shake. She was close you could feel it. You felt it when you dipped your tongue in her pussy; she was tighter each time.
When you finally slipped a finger in, she couldn't control the string of moans. She was vocal and you loved that. Her arms were still raised above her head and her hips were rising too. Tom held her down firmly, hand spreading over her stomach, mouth still attached to her nipple.
"I think she's ready for you," you chocked getting up from the spot you were in, Zendaya looked down at you confused. Your lips were glistening and Tom nodded. He reached from the drawer pulling out a condom.
You switched with him laying next to her now. Your lips brushed hers sloppily and she moaned as she tasted herself on your tongue. You pressed your lips a little more firmly on hers and she groaned as you palmed her breast. You palmed it harder and she squirmed when you pinched her nipple.
Tom ran his hand up her thigh. You turned to watch him, cheek pressed on Zendaya's. She had her eyes closed, head tilted back at his touch. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily and you fisted his hair intensifying the kiss before nodding at him. You turned to Zendaya holding her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
Tom lifted her thighs before slowly bringing himself down. His member glided between her folds feeling how wet she was. You'd done that, you'd prepared her so well.
Zendaya gulped looking at Tom's dick as he pulled away, he held it in his hand and you watched carefully too. He brought it down to her pussy again, this time slipping into her. Zendaya almost screamed as she felt her pussy stretch around him. She'd never imagine he was this gifted and now she could understand why you'd been so loud. He moved painfully slow, his eyes on you the whole time. Zendaya had closed her eyes again; the feeling of Tom's dick sliding into her was too intense. Especially considering the previous events aka your tongue on her pussy. She was already wound tightly and she didn't know how long she'd last.
Tom started speeding his movements. He slid into her more easily and his thrusts became rougher. Eventually her legs were above his shoulders and he was hitting her sweet spot at a new angle. An angle that was causing her breasts to move quickly and her moans to grow louder. You kissed her through it all, letting her moans vibrate in your mouth. She held your hand now, another gripping the sheets.
She couldn't keep track of how long this had been going on for, but she was surprised she'd held on for so long. She was seeing stars and at any moment she would be ready to snap.
"I'm gonna cum," she moaned arching her back, you went up to kiss Tom for a brief moment wondering if he was going to cum too. He nodded his head and you came back to her.
"You can cum baby," you whispered and the sound of your voice alone was enough. She unraveled, body shaking profusely as Tom slowed his hips. He hadn't reached his climax yet. He wanted to unload in you and you knew that.
You climbed over Zendaya, your breasts pressed together, ass in the air for Tom. He removed the condom and slid into your pussy. He groaned as a hand came down on your ass and you backed into him feeling him fill you up.
"Oh fuck," you moaned and Zendaya grabbed your face locking lips. Tom fucked you quickly, ass bouncing every time your bodies made contact. Your body pressed against Zendaya as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders pulling you closer, kissing you sloppier. Your hand reached down between her legs, she was soaked and she shivered when you ran a finger between her folds.
It wasn't long before you were reaching your own high, Tom following close behind. His movements, again, growing slower. You felt his warm release; your body relaxed under his, falling on Z.
The sounds of your breathing filled the room as the three of you came down from your highs.
"That was..." Tom started.
"incredible," you finished.
"So worth it," Zendaya added.
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The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 4*
Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?
This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many â¨Cluesâ¨! Friends, we have arrived at the prestige! Metatron come at me bro, catch these hands. Oh wait you can't, you always have your hands in your pockets...
People smarter than me have talked all about Aziraphale's magician outfits on this show, so I won't steal their thunder. Suffice it to say, The Metatron is wearing a weirdly dark coat and tie over his whole outfit. Which gives him a very only a white floating head look, but also keeps in the theme of â¨I am a magicianâ¨. He's here to perform a trick!
I also won't talk a lot about him in the coffee shop because that's been done already. If we have learned anything from part 3, analyzing the coffee to death is what we are supposed to be doing, because He is distracting everyone with a benign object that we can inspect. So while he's waving this coffee around in the shop going "SEE I KNOW HOW EARTH WORKS" he's also doing something fascinating: Checking to see who recognizes him.
Weirdly, even though Aziraphael saw him in season one, and the angels all work with him, no one does right away. EXCEPT for Saraquiel and Crowley, who just saw his face not in person, but in a video tape of sorts up in heaven at Gabriel's trial by farce. And then something funny happens. Saraquiel is scared shitless and pretends to have 'forgotten' like Michael, but Crowley admits loud and proud that he does. Then Uriel gives THE BIGGEST SIDEYE I have ever seen on screen to Michael, as in "You don't recognize our boss? I am very afraid for what that means."
As far as I can understand, this is the reason the Metatron is here : "Are we in the version of events where I lose?" And the answer The Metatron gets after the question is : We are in the version of events where I have severely fucked with Michael, sort of fucked with the other angels, I have fucked with Aziraphale, and Crowley has seen me already in heaven. Now we're missing a lot of information as to WHY this specific answer is good for The Metatron, and how much Saraquiel knows, but it seems like he interprets this as an "I haven't lost yet, and I can still do my trick".
So now here we are, at the most important part of the episode, in my (and Aziraphale's) opinion. THE double meaning.
This line is insane. On the surface we have meaning 1) The Metatron is scolding over-zealous angels for meddling in this affair, and over reaching with their power, especially threatening to use the book of life on people. He's the good guy! But under the surface we have meaning 2) I HAVE THE BOOK OF LIFE and I have been using it on everybody in this room. If I don't get my way this time around, I will edit you guys again, and you will have done the right thing. And with that admission, Aziraphale severely twigs and becomes very afraid. From then on his voice shakes and he babbles, and he has trouble looking the Metatron in the eye. I'm willing to bet that this is the moment Aziraphale realizes what The Metatron just admitted: I am creating a version of reality as we speak where I change you and Crowley (and everyone else) so that you lose to me. A terrified Aziraphael goes off with The Metatron to have a chin wag. Now here's the trick.
We've already established that Maggie and Nina are here as stage assistants to The Metatron, so they need time to work on Crowley alone. If they talk to A/C together, like they would have without The Metatron's appearing in the scene before, better communication might have happened between them. He made Aziraphale disappear from the scene!
This does NOT look like the face of someone getting good news. We never heard what the details were besides inviting Crowley to the job promotion, so who knows what he threatened him with, but
This looks like the face of someone caught in a trap. So we are now seeing the prestige! We don't need that coffee anymore, that cup is GONE BABY. Aziraphale has been removed from the Nina/Maggie confession like a dove, and placed in The Metatron's dark coat pocket. Now he just needs to make our angel reappear in the scene the assistants have prepared for him and let him fail, thus completing the trick (uhg I hate it. So cruel).
I'm going to turn the final 15 into it's own post because this is already very long. Let's skip it for now, but we know our lovebirds get separated by heaven, and Aziraphale leaves. The Metatron breathes a huge sigh of relief in the elevator as he thinks his trick has worked, and he has won.
So it's finished now, and there's seemingly no way out. Aziraphale now knows what The Metatron meant when he communicated "I am creating a version of reality as we speak where I change you and Crowley and everything else so that you lose to me."
BUT! ARE YOU READY FOR THIS SHIT? BECAUSE IT HIT ME LIKE LIQUID JET FUEL. And I think it hits Aziraphale right here, (when he makes the creepy face after being hit with a beam of light i.e. realization)
That means that in the original version of events before all the edits, Crowley & Aziraphale won.
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If you've gotten this far, thanks so much for reading. I'd love to hear what you thought, or even reblog it with your â¨Cluesâ¨! Want to read more about the timey wimey business that we're gonna see in season 3, and why all this changes the final 15? Well I have *part 5* coming in just a bit. Parts 5 and The End are here! Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?
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